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LIBRARY  OF  THE  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


PRINCETON,  N.  J. 


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FAITH  AND  HOPE. 


secojvz)  sfiniES. 


BY 

HORATIUS  BONAR,  D.  D., 

KELSO. 


ROBERT  CARTER  &  BROTHERS, 

No     530   BEOADWAY. 
1878. 


CONTENTS. 


HOW  WE  LEARN,  .  . 

THIS  PEESENT  EVIL  WORLD, 

BE  TRUE,  ... 

HOW  LONG,  .  .  . 

OUR  MINGLED  LIFE,  . 

ALL  IS  WELL, 

BE  STILL, 

LET  US  DRAW  NEAR, 

WHO  ARE  THESE,  AND  WHENCE  CAME  THEY! 

THE  NEW  JERUSALEM, 

THE  INCORRUPTIBLE, 

THE  MARRIAGE  OF  THE  LAMB  IS  COME 

THE  LOST  SCUL, 

THE  BLESSING-CHAIN, 

PRAISE,        .... 

PRAISE  TO  CHRIST, 

THE  CROSS  AND  THE  CROWN, 

THE  END  OF  THE  DAY, 

CONFESSION, 

CHRIST  IS  ALL, 

THE  LOVE  OF  GOD, 

THE  TRUE  BREAD, 

THE  FIRST  AND  THE  LAST, 

HIS  OWN  RECEIVED  HIM  NOT, 

IN  HIM  WE  LIVE, 

JESU,  STILL  THE  STORM, 

THE  LOVE  THAT  PASSETH  KNOWLEDGE, 


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THEE,  ONLY  THEE, 

HE  IS  RISEN, 

REDEEM  THE  TIME,      . 

MUSINGS  AND  COUNSELS, 

THE  GOOD  FIGHT, 

TIME  AND  ETERNITY, 

A  CHILD  OF  DAY,  . 

SUNSET  BY  THE  SEA, 

LORD,  COME  AWAY, 

HE  IS  COMING,      , 

THE  JUDGMENT, 

HEAVEN  AT  LAST,  . 

THE  GRAVES  OF  OCEAN, 

A  CRY  FROM  THE  DEPTHS, 

HAVE  FAITH  IN  TRUTH, 

LIFE  AND  I, 

BRIGHT  FEET  OF  MAY, 

VOX  MATUTINA, 

HEAR  MY  CRY, 

HOMEWARD, 

I  GO  TO  LIFE,       . 

THE  BATTLE-SONG  OF  THE  CHURCH, 

PASS  OVER  TO  THY  REST, 

HE  LIVETH  LONG  WHO  LIVETH  WELL, 

THE  SELF-CHALLENGE,  , 

THE  CHRIST  OF  GOD, 

FOR  LACK  OF  LOVE, 

THE  SIN  AND  THE  SINBEAREB, 

IS  THIS  ALL, 

THE  GREAT  MESSAGE, 

THE  BETTER  WILL. 

HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS, 

CREATION  IN  EARNEST. 


CONTENTS. 


THE  THREE  WEEPERS, 

HE  DIED,  AND  LIVES, 

THE  ANCHOR  WITHIN  THE  VEIL, 

HE  WEPT  OVER  IT, 

BEGIN  WITH  GOD,  .  . 

WHY  WALK  IN  DARKNESS  ? 

THE  VOICE  OF  THE  BELOVED, 

THE  NEW  SONG, 

BLESS  THE  LORD, 

THE  CRY  OF  THE  WEARY, 

NOT  WHAT  THESE  HANDS  HAVE  DO 

GOLD  AND  THE  HEART, 

SANOTA  THERESA, 

LORD,  THOU  ART  MINE, 

SMOOTH  EVERY  WAVE, 

LET  US  GO  FORTH, 

THOU  BELIEVEST  ?  WHAT  THEN  ? 

ECCE  HOMO  ! 

THE  SINNER'S  BURIAL, 

THE  LORD  NEEDETH  THEE, 

BECKON  US  UPWARD, 

COME,  MIGHTY  SPIRIT, 

IT  IS  FINISHED, 

SOURCE  OF  ALL  LOVE  AND  POWEB, 

TO  THE  COMFORTER, 

THE  LOVE  OF  GOD, 

ABIDE  WITH  US, 

THE  BRIDAL  DAY, 

THE  OLD  STORY, 

WISE  WEEPING, 

ARISE,  SHINE,  FOR  THY  LIGHT  IS  COME, 

AT  LAST,      . 

CREDO,  NON  OPINOR, 

UP,  MY  SOUL,  'TIS  DAY, 


CONTENTS. 


IUCY, 

ON  THE  THRESHOLD,  .  . 

THE  MASTER'S  TOUCH,  .  , 

BUNSET  AND  SUNRISE,  .  . 

BUMMER  OF  THE  SILENT  HEART, 

USE  ME  ! 

THE  TWO  PROPHETS,  .  . 


translations  anb  Imitations. 


SABBATH  HYMN, 
OUR  EVENING  HYMN, 
BATTLE-SONG  AGAINST  SATAN,     . 
THE  DAY  OF  THE  LORD,         .  . 

DE  MORTE,  .... 

THE  AFTER-SUPPER  HYMN, 
HYMN  OF  NIGHT, 

NIGHT  HYMN  BEFORE  THE  SABBATH, 
PENTECOSTAL  HYMN,  .     . 

HYMN  TO  CHRIST, 


'.zmaxhu  of  tjjje  (Bast. 


MOUNT  HOR, 

A  DESERT  MIDNIGHT, 

MARAH  AND  ELIM, 

THE  MOUNTAINS  OF  MOAB, 

THE  DESERT  JOURNEY, 

THE  SONGS  OF  THE  LAND, 

JORDAN  BY  MOONLIGHT, 

BETHEL  DREAM-LAND, 

VILLAGE  OF  SILOAM, 

BETHLEHEM, 

SEEK  THE  THINGS  ABOVE, 

THE  GAIN  OF  LOSS,       . 


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HYMNS  OF  FAITH  AND  HOPE. 


HOW  WE  LEARN. 

Great  truths  are  dearly  bought.     The  common  truth, 
Such  as  men  give  and  take  from  day  to  day, 

Comes  in  the  common  walk  of  easy  life, 
Blown  by  the  careless  wind  across  our  way. 

Bought  in  the  market,  at  the  current  price, 

Bred  of  the  smile,  the  jest,  perchance  the  bowl ; 

It  tells  no  tales  of  daring  or  of  worth, 
Nor  pierces  even  the  surface  of  a  soul. 

G-reat  truths  are  greatly  won.     Not  found  by  chance, 
Nor  wafted  on  the  breath  of  summer-dream  ; 

But  grasped  in  the  great  struggle  of  the  soul, 
Hard-buffeting  with  adverse  wind  and  stream. 

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2  HOW  WE  LBARHT. 

Not  in  the  general  mart,  'mid  corn  and  wine ; 

Not  in  the  merchandise  of  gold  and  gems ; 
Not  in  the  world's  gay  hall  of  midnight  mirth ; 

Not  'mid  the  blaze  of  regal  diadems ; 

But  in  the  day  of  conflict,  fear,  and  grief, 

"When  the  strong  hand  of  God,  put  forth  in  might, 

Ploughs  up  the  subsoil  of  the  stagnant  heart, 

And  brings  the  imprisoned  truth-seed  to  the  light. 

Wrung  from  the  troubled  spirit,  in  hard  hours 
Of  weakness,  solitude,  perchance  of  pain, 

Truth  springs,  like  harvest  from  the  well-ploughed 
field, 
And  the  soul  feels  it  has  not  wept  in  Tain. 


THIS  PRESENT  EVIL  WORLD. 

41  V«9  tibi  flumen  moris  humani !    Quis  resistit  tibi  1    Quamdiu 
non  siccaberis  ?" — Augustine. 

The  stream  was  deeper  than  I  thought. 

When  first  I  ventured  near ; 
I  stood  upon  its  sloping  edge 

"Without  a  rising  fear. 

It  woke  in  ripples  at  my  feet, 

As  the  quick  breeze  swept  by, 
And  caught  the  sunlight  on  its  faoe, 

Like  blossoms  from  the  sky. 

It  sung  its  quiet  May-day  song 

To  its  old  summer-tune  ; 
And  the  light  willow-boughs  above 

Shook  to  the  glowing  noon. 


THIS  PRESENT  EVIL  WORLD. 

It  seemed  to  stop  ;  then  eddied  on ; 

It  smiled  up  to  the  day ; 
It  deepened ;  then  spread  out  its  waves, 

And  stole  in  light  away. 

0  streams  of  earthly  love  and  joy, 
On  whose  green  banks  we  dwell, 

Gleaming  in  beauty  to  the  eye, 
Ye  promise  fair  and  well ! 

Te  charm  the  sunbeams  from  the  air, 
The  fragrance  from  the  flowers, 

The  blossoms  from  the  budding  tree, 
The  wealth  of  summer  hours. 

Te  bid  us  come  and  take  them  all 

From  your  enchanted  blue  ; 
Ye  tell  us  but  to  stoop  and  taste 

The  joy,  and  scent,  and  hue. 

Ye  lure  us,  and  we  venture  in, 

Cheated  by  sun  and  smiles  ; 
Ye  tempt  us,  and  we  brave  your  depths, 

Won  by  your  winning  wiles. 


THIS  PEESEXT  EVIL  W0ELD. 

Too  deep  and  strong  for  ns  ! — "We  glide 
Down  tout  deceiving  wave  ; 

Like  men  by  siren  song  beguiled 
On  to  a  siren  grave. 

0  world,  with  all  thy  smiles  and  loves, 
"With  all  thy  song  and  wine, 

What  mockery  of  human  hearts, 
What  treachery  is  thine  ! 

Thou  woundest,  but  thou  canst  not  heal. 
Thy  words  are  warbled  lies  ; 

Thy  hand  contains  the  poisoned  cup, 
And  he  who  drinks  it  dies. 

0  world,  there's  fever  in  thy  touch, 

And  frenzy  in  thine  eye  ; 
To  lose  and  shun  thee  is  to  liye, 

To  win  thee  is  to  die  ! 


BE  TRUE. 


Thou  must  be  true  thyself, 

If  thou  the  truth  would'st  teach 

Thy  soul  must  overflow,  if  thou 
Another's  soul  would'st  reach  : 

It  needs  the  overflow  of  heart 
To  give  the  lips  full  speech. 


Think  truly,  and  thy  thoughts 
Shall  the  world's  famine  feed ; 

Speak  truly,  and  each  word  of  thine 
Shall  be  a  fruitful  seed  ; 

Live  truly,  and  thy  life  shall  be 
A  great  and  noble  creed. 


HOW   LONG? 

My  God,  it  is  not  fretfulness 

That  makes  me  say  "  how  long  ?-" 

It  is  not  heaviness  of  heart 
That  hinders  me  in  song  ; 

'Tis  not  despair  of  truth  and  right, 
Nor  coward  dread  of  wrong. 

But  how  can  I,  with  such  a  hope 

Of  glory  and  of  home  ; 
With  such  a  joy  before  my  eyes, 

Not  wish  the  time  were  come, — 
Of  years  the  jubilee,  of  days 

The  Sabbath  and  the  sum  ? 

These  years,  what  ages  they  have  been  I 
This  life,  how  long  it  seems  ! 

And  how  can  I,  in  evil  days, 
'Mid  unknown  hills  and  streams, 

But  sigh  for  those  of  home  and  heart, 
And  visit  them  in  dreams  ? 


HOW  LONd  ? 

Tet  peace,  my  heart,  and  hush,  my  tongue ; 

Be  calm  my  troubled  breast ; 
Each  restless  hour  is  hastening  on 

The  everlasting  rest  : 
Thou  knowest  that  the  time  thy  G-od 

Appoints  for  thee,  is  best. 

Let  faith,  not  fear  nor  fretfulness, 

Awake  the  cry,  "  how  long  ?' 
Let  no  faint- heartedness  of  soul 

Damp  thy  aspiring  song  : 
Bight  comes,  truth  dawns,  the  night  departs 

Of  error  and  of  wrong. 


OUR  MINGLED  LIFE. 

PART  I. 

Bits  of  gladness  and  of  sorrow, 

Strangely  cross'd  and  interlaid ; 
Bits  of  cloud-belt  and  of  rainbow, 

In  deep  alternate  braid ; 
Bits  of  storm  when  winds  are  warring, 

Bits  of  calm  when  blasts  are  stayed, 
Bits  of  silence  and  of  uproar, 

Bits  of  sunlight  and  of  shade  ; 
Bits  of  forest-smothered  hollow, 

And  of  open  sunny  glade  ; 
Stripes  of  garden  and  of  moorland, 

Heath  and  rose  together  laid ; 
Serest  leaf  of  brown  October, 

April's  youngest,  greenest  blade. 
Bits  of  day-spring  and  of  sunset, 

Of  the  midnight,  of  the  noon  ; 
Snow  and  ice  of  pale  December, 

Living  flush  of  crimson  June. 


10  OUR  MINGLED  LIFE. 

Sands  of  Egypt,  fields  of  Sharon, 

Eush  of  Jordan,  sweep  of  Nile ; 
"Wells  of  Marah,  shades  of  Elim, 

Sinai's  frown,  and  Carmel's  smile. 
Depths  of  valley,  peaks  of  mountain, 

Stretch  of  verdure-loving  plain ; 
Barren  miles  of  ocean-shingle, 

Fertile  straths  of  smiling  grain. 
Broken  shafts  of  Tyrian  columns, 

Boiled  and  worn  by  wave  and  time ; 
Miles  of  colonnade  and  grandeur, 

Luxor's  still  majestic  prime. 
Truest  music,  jarring  discord, 

Voice  of  trumpet  and  of  lute ; 
The  thunder-shower's  loud  lashing, 

And  the  dew-fall  soft  and  mute. 
Now  the  garland,  now  the  coffin, 

Now  the  wedding,  now  the  tomb ; 
Now  the  festal  shout  of  thousands, 

Now  the  churchyard's  lonely  gloom. 
Now  the  song  above  the  living, 

Now  the  chaunt  above  the  dead ; 
The  smooth  smile  of  infant  beauty, 

Age's  wan  and  furrowed  head. 


OUR  MINGLED  LIFE.  11 

These  are  the  mingled  seeds, 

Some  flowers,  some  idle  weeds, 

Some  crowded,  some  alone, 

With  which  man's  field  is  sown, 

And  from  which  springs  the  one 

Great  harvest  of  a  life  that  can 

Be  lived  bnt  once  by  man  ! 

With  these, — the  threads  of  hope  and  fear, 

Of  ill  and  good, — thou  weavest  here, 

0  dweller  in  this  fallen  clime, 

Thy  portion  of  the  web  of  time  1 

These  are  the  stones  with  which,  0  man, 

Thou  build'st,  too  oft  without  a  plan, 

Life's  lordly  hall  or  lowly  cot, 

The  Babel  or  the  Salem  of  thy  lot. 

PART   II. 

Days  of  fever  and  of  fretting, 

Hours  of  kind  and  blessed  calm ! 
Boughs  of  cedar  and  of  cypress, 

Wreaths  of  olive  and  of  palm. 
Noons  of  musing,  nights  of  dreaming, 

Words  of  love,  and  ways  of  strife ; 
Tears  of  parting,  smiles  of  meeting, 

Paths  of  smooth  and  rugged^  life. 


12  OUR  MINGLED  LIFE. 

Moods  of  sinking,  when  the  spirit, 

Overstrained,  is  downward  borne ; 
Moods  of  soaring,  when  our  being 

Springs  elastic  to  the  morn. 
All  the  doing  and  undoing, 

And  the  doing  o'er  again  ; 
All  the  fastening  and  the  loosing 

Of  the  many-linked  chain. 
Bits  of  brightening  and  of  darkening, 

Bits  of  weariness  and  rest ; 
All  the  hoping  and  despairing 

Of  the  full  or  hollow  breast. 
Bits  of  slumbering  and  of  waking, 

Heavy  tossing  to  and  fro ; 
Shreds  of  living  and  of  dying,  • 

Being's  daily  ebb  and  flow. 
With  these  is  life  begun  and  closed, 
Of  these  its  strange  Mosaic  is  composed. 
Such  are  our  annals  upon  earth, 
Our  tale  from  very  hour  of  birth, 

The  soul's  time-history ; 
Yet  of  such  changes  is  made  up 

The  changeless  mystery, 
Now  hidden  from  our  eye, 

Of  man's  eternity. 


OUR  MINGLED  LIFE.  18 

Eternity  ! — 
The  sum  of  time's  brief  numbers  here, 

Thyself  'unnumbered  still ; 
The  issue  of  all  mortal  change,  thyself 

Unchanged,  unchangeable ; 
The  fruit  of  what  we  daily  feel  and  see, 

Thyself  unseen,  invisible  ! 
Formed  out  of  many  hues, 

Or  dark  or  bright, 
Thyself  un coloured  and  unmixed, 

All  dark  or  light. 

0  wondrous  day  ! — 
G-od's  day,  not  man's,  as  heretofore; 
Christ's  hour,  not  Satan's,  as  before ; 
"When  right  shall  all  be  might, 
And  might  shall  all  be  right ; 
And  truth,  for  ages  sorely  tried, 
By  error  mocked,  reviled,  defied, 
No  longer  on  the  losing  side, 
Shall  celebrate  its  victory, 
And  wave  its  ancient  palm  on  high; 
When  good  and  ill,  unmixed, 

Flow  on  for  ever, 
Each  in  its  distant  channel  fixed, 

An  everlasting  river  1 


14  OUR  MINGLED  LIFE. 

Where  grief  and  joy,  disjoined, 

The  true  and  false  untwined, 

Each  to  its  destin'd  place, 
At  the  stern  sentence,  gone, 
Shall  dwell  alone, 

Each  on  its  far  off  shore, 
And  see  each  other's  face 
No  more ! 

0  wondrous  day ! 

When  things  that  are  shall  pass  away ; 

Earth's  skies  take  on  their  evening  gloom, 

And  the  great  sunset  come ; 

When,  with  far-echoing  swell, 

Like  monarch's  funeral  knell, 

The  world's  great  vesper-bell, — 
Deeper  than  that  by  far, 
Which,  'neath  St  Saba's  evening  star, 
Sounds  over  Sodom's  sullen  sea, 
From  the  grey  peaks  of  Engedi ; 
Or  from  red  Sinai's  fiery  slope, 
Like  wail  of  earth's  expiring  hope, 
Swings  out  in  wild,  slow-pealing  strain, 
Across  Er-Kahah's  sandy  plain, — 

Shall  sound  o'er  earth,  and  tell 


OUR  MINGLED  LIFE.  15 

That  the  great  Judge  has  come, 

Long  waiting  at  the  door ; 
Come,  too,  the  day  of  doom, 

So  long  for  man  in  store. 


ALL  IS   WELL. 

If  my  bark  be  strong, 

If  my  anchor  sure, 
Then  let  billow  upon  billow  beat; 

Am  I  not  secure  ? 
On  the  dreariest,  wildest  sea, 
What  are  winds  to  me  ? 

Up  between  the  stars 

Spreads  night's  tranquil  blue : 
Not  one  ruffle,  not  one  wrinkle  there     - 

Blots  the  changeless  hue. 
Storms  of  earth  for  earth  are  given  5 
But  they  reach  not  heaven  ! 

To  that  heaven  I  go, 

To  that  starland  bright, 
Where  the  sea  is  ever  smooth  and  fair, 

And  the  sky  all  bright; 
Never  heavy,  pale,  or  dull; — 
St.arland  beautiful ! 


ALL  IS  WELL.  17 

Therefore  am  I  calm  ; 

Peace  and  love  within. 
That  dear  light  that  on  me  gently  falls, 

Casts  out  fear  and  sin. 
As  my  home  above  is,  so 
Am  I  now  bolow. 


BE  STILL. 

Be  still,  my  sou . ;  Jehovah  loveth  thee ; 

Fret  not  nor  murmur  at  thy  weary  lot ; 
Though  dark  and  lone  thy  journey  seems  to  be, 

Be  sure  that  thou  art  ne'er  by  Him  forgot. 
He  ever  loves ;  then  trust  Him,  trust  Him  still, 
Let  all  thy  care  be  this,  the  doing  of  His  will. 

Thy  hand  in  His,  like  fondest,  happiest  child, 
Place  thou,  nor  draw  it  for  a  moment  thence.; 

"Walk  thou  with  Him,  a  Father  reconciled, 

Till  in  His  own  good  time  He  call  thee  hence. 

Walk  with  Him  now,  so  shall  thy  way  be  bright, 

And  all  thy  soul  be  filled  with  His  most  glorious  light. 

Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith,  nor  turn  aside 
Through  fear  of  peril  from  or  earth  or  hell ; 

Take  to  thee  now  the  armour  proved  and  tried, 
Take  to  thee  spear  and  sword; — oh,  wield  them 
well; 


BE  STILL.  19 

So  shalt  thou  conquer  here,  so  wiu  the  day, 

So  wear  the  crown  when  this  hard  life  has  pass'd  away 

Take  courage !  faint  not,  though  the  foe  be  strong ; 

Christ  is  thy  strength ;   he  fighteth  on  thy  side ; 
Swift  be  thy  race ;  remember,  'tis  not  long, 

The  goal  is  near;  the  prize  He  will  provide; 
And  then  from  earthly  toil  thou  restest  ever; 
Thy  home  on  the  fair  banks  of  life's  eternal  river ! 

He  comes  with  His  reward;  'tis  just  at  hand; 

He  comes  in  glory  to  His  promised  throne. 
My  soul,  rejoice ;   ere  long  thy  feet  shall  stand 

Within  the  city  of  the  Blessed  One. 
Thy  perils  past,  thy  heritage  secure, 
Thy  tears  all  wiped  away,  thy  joy  for  ever  sure. 


LET  US   DRAW  NEAR. 

Why  stand  I  lingering  without, 
In  fear,  and  weariness,  and  doubt, 
When  all  is  light  within  ? 

0  Thou,  the  new  and  living  way, 

The  trembler's  Guide,  the  sinner's  Stay, 
My  High  Priest,  lead  me  in! 

1  know  the  mercy- seat  is  there, 

On  which  thou  sitt'st  to  answer  prayer; 

I  know  the  blood  is  shed; 
The  everlasting  covenant  sealed, 
The  everlasting  grace  revealed, 

And  life  has  reached  the  dead ! 

Not  the  mere  Paradise  below, 

The  heaven  of  heavens  is  opened  now, 

And  we  its  bliss  regain. 
Guarded  so  long  by  fire  and  sword, 
The  gate  stands  wide,  the  way  restored, 

The  veil  is  rent  in  twain  1 


LET  US  DRAW  NEAR.  21 

Without  the  cloud  and  gloom  appear, 
The  peril  and  the  storm  are  near, 

The  foe  is  raging  round  ; 
Then  let  me  boldly  enter  in, 
There  end  my  danger,  fear,  and  sin, 

And  rest  on  holy  ground. 


WHO  ARE  THESE  AND  WHENCE  CAME 
THEY? 

"Et  de  Hierosolymis  et  de  Britannia  sequaliter  patot  aula 
coDlestis." — Jerome.    Ep.  ad  Paulinum 

Not  from  Jerusalem  alone, 
To  heaven  the  path  ascends ; 

As  near,  as  sure,  as  straight  the  way 
That  leads  to  the  celestial  clay, 
From  farthest  realms  extends  ; 
Frigid  or  torrid  zone 

What  matters  how  or  whence  we  start  ? 
One  is  the  crown  to  all ; 

One  is  the  hard  hut  glorious  race, 
Whatever  be  our  starting-place  ; — 
Kings  round  the  earth  the  call 
That  says,  Arise,  Depara  ■ 

From  the  balm-breathing,  sun-loved  isles 
Of  the  bright  Southern  Sea, 


WHO  ARE  THESE,  AND  WHENCE  CAME  THEY  ?    16 

From  the  dead  North's  cloud-shadow' d  pole, 
We  gather  to  one  gladsome  goal, — 
One  common  home  in  Thee, 
City  of  sun  and  smiles  ! 

The  cold  rough  hillow  hinders  none  ; 
Nor  helps  the  calm,  fair  main  ; 

The  brown  rock  of  Norwegian  gloom, 
The  verdure  of  Tahitian  bloom, 
The  sands  of  Mizraim's  plain, 
Or  peaks  of  Lebanon.  • 

As  from  the  green  lands  of  the  vine, 
So  from  the  snow-wastes  pale, 
We  find  the  ever  open  road 
To  the  dear  city  of  our  G-od ; 
From  Eussian  steppe,  or  Burman  vale, 
Or  terraced  Palestine. 

Not  from  swift  Jordan's  sacred  stream 
Alone  we  mount  above  ; 

Indus  or  Danube,  Thames  or  Khone, 
Eivers  unsainted  and  unknown  ; — 
From  each  the  home  of  love 
Beckons  with  heavenly  gleam. 


24    WHO  ARE  THESE,  AND  WHENCE  CAME  THEY  ? 

Not  from  gray  Olivet  alone 
"We  see  the  gates  of  light ; 

From  Morven's  heath  or  Jungfrau's  snow 
We  welcome  the  descending  glow 
Of  pearl  and  chrysolite, 
And  the  unsetting  sun. 

Not  from  Jerusalem  alone 
The  Church  ascends  to  Grod ; 

Strangers  of  every  tongue  and  clime^ 
Pilgrims  of  every  land  and  time, 
Tk  rong  the  well-trodden  road 
That  leads  up  to  the  throne. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Bathed  in  unfallen  sunlight, 

Itself  a  sun-born  gem, 
Fair  gleams  the  glorious  city/ 
The  new  Jerusalem  ! 
City  fairest, 
Splendour  rarest, 

Let  me  gaze  on  thee  1 

Calm  in  her  queenly  glory, 

She  sits,  all  joy  and  light ; 
Pure  in  her  bridal  beauty, 
Her  raiment  festal-white  ! 
Home  of  gladness, 
Free  from  sadness, 
Let  me  dwell  in  thee  ! 

Shading  her  golden  pavement 

The  tree  of  life  is  seen, 
Its  fruit-rich  branches  waving, 
Celestial  evergreen. 
Tree  of  wonder, 
Let  me  under 

Thee  for  ever  rest  ! 


26  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Fresh  from  the  throne  of  Godhead, 

Bright  in  its  crystal  gleam, 
Bursts  out  the  living  fountain, 
Swells  on  the  living  stream. 
Blessed  river, 
Let  me  ever 

Feast  my  eye  on  thee  ! 

Streams  of  true  life  and  gladness, 
Spring  of  all  health  and  peace; 
No  harps  hy  thee  hang  silent, 
Nor  happy  voices  cease. 
Tranquil  river, 
Let  me  ever 

Sit  and  sing  by  thee  ! 

River  of  God,  I  greet  thee, 
Not  now  afar,  hut  near ; 
My  soul  to  thy  still  waters 
Hastes  in  its  thirstings  here. 
Holy  river, 
Let  me  ever 

Drink  of  only  thee. 


THE  INCORRUPTIBLE. 

No  joy  is  true,  save  that  which  hath  noend ; 

No  life  is  true,  save  that  which  liveth  ever ; 
No  health  is  sound,  save  that  which  God  doth  send ; 

No  love  is  real,  save  that  which  changeth  never. 

Heaven  were  no  heaven,  if  its  dear  light  could  fade ; 

If  its  fair  glory  could  hereafter  wane  ; 
If  its  sweet  skies  could  suffer  stain  or  shade, 

Or  its  soft  "breezes  waft  one  note  of  pain. 

And  what  would  he  the  city  of  the  just, 
If  time  could  shake  its  hattlements,  or  age 

Could  crumhle  down  its  palaces  to  dust, 
Or  with  its  towers  victorious  warfare  wage ; 

If  its  pure  river  could  sink  low  or  cease, 

Or  its  rich  palm-houghs  shed  the  leaf  and  die ; 

If  there  could  pass  upon  its  loveliness 
One  darkening  taint  of  time's  mortality; 


28  THE  INCORRUPTIBLE. 

If  its  high  harmonies  could  lose  their  tone> 
Or  one  of  its  glad  songs  could  silenced  be ; 

If,  of  its  voices,  even  the  feeblest  one 
Should  falter  in  the  glorious  melody ; 

If  one  of  all  its  stars  should  e'er  grow  faint, 

Or  one  of  its  bright  lamps  should  e'er  burn  low ; 

If,  through  its  happy  air,  decay's  dull  taint 
Should  for  a  moment  its  dark  poison  throw  ! 

But  no.     Its  beauty  is  for  ever  vernal ; 

Its  glory  is  the  glory  of  its  King, 
Undying,  incorruptible,  eternal; 

And  ever  new  the  songs  its  dwellers  sing. 

Its  wandering  winds  need  breathe  no  balm  for  healing, 
For  all  is  health  beneath  its  loving  skies ; 

Hour  welcomes  hour,  fresh  youth  and  bloom  revealing; 
There,  'tis  not  death  that  lives  and  life  that  dies 

Life  lives,  and  death  has  died ;  the  rifled  tomb 
Has  yielded  back  its  long-imprisoned  clay ; 

The  dreaded  conquerer  is  overcome, 
And  mortal  night  is  now  immortal  day. 


THE  INCORRUPTIBLE.  29 

0  heaven  of  heavens,  how  true  thy  life  must  be  ! 

0  home  of  God,  how  excellent  thy  light ! 
0  long,  long  summer  of  eternity, 

Bright  noon  of  angels,  ever  clear  and  bright ! 

G-lad  jubilee,  with  nothing  to  disturb, 

When  the  great  Halld  of  the  purged  earth 

Kings  round  the  universe,  from  orb  to  orb, 
As  when  the  sons  of  G-od  sang  o'er  its  birth. 

Then,  bondage  broken  and  the  Eed  Sea  pass'd, 
We  sing  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 

Earth's  battles  o'er  the  kingdom  won  at  last, 
With  joy  we  join  creation's  endless  psalm. 


THE  MARRIAGE  OF  THE  LAMB  IS  COME. 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  joy ; 

The  festal-day  has  come  ; 
To-night  the  Lamb  doth  feast  his  own, 
To-night  He  with  His  Bride  sits  down, 
To-night  puts  on  the  spousal  crown, 

In  the  great  upper  room. 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  love  ; 

This  is  the  day  of  days ; 
To-night  the  bridal-song  is  sung, 
To-night  ten  thousand  harps  are  strung, 
In  sympathy  with  heart  and  tongue, 

Unto  the  Lamb's  high  praise. 

The  festal  lamps  are  lighting  now 

In  the  great  marriage-hall ; 
By  angel-hands  the  board  is  spread, 
By  angel-hands  the  sacred  bread 
Is  on  the  golden  table  laid ; 

The  King  His  own  doth  call. 


THE  MARRIAGE  OP  THE  LAMB  IS  COME. 

The  gems  are  gleaming  from  the  roof, 

Like  stars  in  night's  round  dome  ; 
The  festal  wreaths  are  hanging  there, 
The  festal  fragrance  fills  the  air, 
And  flowers  of  heaven,  divinely  fair, 
Unfold  their  happy  bloom. 

Long,  long  deferred,  now  come  at  last, 

Tne  Lamb's  glad  wedding-day  ; 
The  guests  are  gathering  to  the  feast, 
The  seats  in  heavenly  order  placed, 
The  royal  throne  above  the  rest ; — 
How  bright  the  new  array  ! 

Sorrow  and  sighing  are  no  more, 

The  weeping  hours  are  past ; 
To-night  the  waiting  will  be  done, 
To-right  the  wedding-robe  put  01^ 
The  glory  and  the  joy  begun  ; 
The  crown  has  come  at  last. 

Without,  within,  is  light,  is  light ; 

Around,  above,  is  love,  is  love ; 
We  enter,  to  go  out  no  more, 
We  raise  the  song  unsung  before, 
We  doff  the  sackcloth  that  we  wore ; 

For  all  is  joy  above. 


32         THE  MARRIAGE  OF  THE  LAMB  IS  COME. 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  life  ; 

Our  days  of  death  are  o'er  ; 
Mortality  has  done  its  worst, 
The  fetters  of  the  tomb  are  burst, 
The  last  has  now  become  the  first, 

For  ever,  evermore. 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  feast ; 

Make  haste,  thy  day  is  come ; 
Thrice  blest  are  they,  the  Lamb  doth  call, 
To  share  the  heavenly  festival, 
In  the  new  Salem's  palace-hall, 

Our  everlasting  home ! 


THE  LOST  SOUL. 


"  O  quam  grave,  quam  imraite 
A  simstris  erit  Ite." — Old  B.TMS. 


Descend,  0  sinner,  to  the  "woe  ! 

Thy  day  of  hope  is  done  ; 
Light  shall  revisit  thee  no  more, 
Life  with  its  sanguine  dreams  is  oer, 
Love  reaches  not  yon  awful  shore ; 

For  ever  sets  thy  sun  ! 

Pass  down  to  the  eternal  dark ; 

Yet  not  for  rest  nor  sleep  ; 
Thine  is  the  everlasting  tomb, 
Thine  the  inexorable  doom, 
The  moonless,  mornless,  sunless  gloom, 

Where  souls  for  ever  weep. 

a 


34  THE  LOST  SOUL. 

Depart,  lost  soul,  thy  tears  to  weep, 

Thy  never-drying  tears  ; 
To  sigh  the  never-ending  sigh 
To  send  up  the  unheeded  cry, 
Into  the  unresponding  sky, 

Whose  silence  mocks  thy  fears. 

Call  upon  Grod  ;  He  hears  no  more  ; 

Call  upon  death  ;  'tis  dead  ; 
Ask  the  live  lightnings  in  their  flight, 
Seek  for  some  sword  of  hell  and  night, 
The  worm  that  never  dies  to  smite ; 

No  weapon  strikes  its  head. 

Thou  livest,  and  must  ever  live ; 

But  life  is  now  thy  foe ; 
Thine  is  the  sorrow-shrivell'd  brow, 
Thine  the  eternal  heartache  now, 
'Neath  the  long  burden  thou  must  bow, 

The  living  death  of  woe. 

Thy  songs  are  at  an  end ;  thy  harp 

Shall  solace  thee  no  more  ; 
All  mirth  has  perish'd  on  thy  grave, 
The  melody  that  could  not  save 
Has  died  upon  death's  sullen  wave 
That  flung  thee  on  this  shore. 


THE  LOST  SOUL.  35 

Earth,  with  its  waves,  and  woods,  and  winds, 
Its  stars,  and  suns,  and  streams, 

Its  joyous  air  and  gentle  skies, 

FilFd  with  all  happy  melodies, 

Has  pass'd,  or,  with  dark  memories, 
Comes  back  in  torturing  dreams. 

Never  again  shalt  thou  behold, 

As  when  a  bounding  boy, 
The  fresh  buds  of  the  fragrant  spring, 
Its  song-birds  on  their  April  wing, 
And  all  its  vales  a-blossoming ; 

Or  summer's  rosy  joy. 

No  river  of  forgetfulness, 

As  poets  dream'd  and  sung, 
Bolls  yonder  to  efface  the  past, 
To  quench  the  sense  of  what  thou  wast, 
To  soothe  or  end  thy  pain  at  last, 

Or  cool  thy  burning  tongue. 

No  G-od  is  there  ;  no  Christ ;  for  He, 
Whose  word  on  earth  was  Come, 

Hath  said  Depart  :  go,  lost  one,  go, 

Reap  the  sad  harvest  thou  didst  sow, 

Join  yon  lost  angels  in  their  woe, 
Their  prison  is  thy  home. 


36  THE  LOST  SOUL. 

Descend,  0  sinner,  to  the  gloom  ! 

Hear  the  deep  judgment-knell 
Send  forth  its  terror-shrieking  sound 
These  walls  of  adamant  around, 
And  filling  to  its  utmost  bound 

Thy  woful,  woful  hell. 

Depart,  0  sinner,  to  the  chain  ! 

Enter  the  eternal  cell ; 
To  all  that's  good,  and  true,  and  right, 
To  all  that's  fond,  and  fair,  and  bright, 
To  all  of  holiness  and  light, 

Bid  thou  thy  last  farewell  I 


THE   BLESSING-CHAIN. 


"  Omnis,  qui  Christum  recipit,  sapiens ;  qui  autem  sapiens, 
liber;  ouinis  igitur  Christianus  et  liber  et  sapiens." — Ambros. 
Wp. 


He  who  in  Christ  believeth, 

Is  wise,  is  wise ; 
He  who  this  Christ  receiveth, 

Alone  is  wise. 

He  who  this  wisdom  winneth, 

Is  free,  is  free  : 
He  in  whose  heart  it  reigneth, 

Alone  is  free. 

He  who  this  freedom  graspeth, 
Is  strong,  is  strong  ; 

He  who  this  freedom  claspeth, 
Alone  is  strong. 


38  THE  BLESSING-CHAIN. 

He  who  this  strength  retaineth, 
Is  good,  is  good  ; 

He  in  whom  it  remaineth, 
Alone  is  good. 

He  who  this  goodness  findetli, 

Is  glad,  is  glad  ; 
He  who  this  goodness  niindeth, 

Alone  is  glad. 


PRAISE, 

Praises  to  Him  who  built  the  hills ; 
Praises  to  Him  the  streams  who  fills ; 
Praises  to  him  who  lights  each  star 
That  sparkles  in  the  blue  afar. 

Praises  to  him  who  makes  the  morn, 
And  bids  it  glow  with  beams  new-born 
Who  draws  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Like  curtains,  o'er  our  wearied  sight. 

Praises  to  Him  whose  love  has  given, 
In  Christ  his  Son,  the  Life  of  heaven ; 
Who  for  our  darkness  gives  us  light, 
And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 

Praises  to  Him,  in  grace  wno  came, 
To  bear  our  woe,  and  sin,  and  shame  ; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-accepted  sacrifice. 


40  FRATSE. 

Praises  to  Him  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  its  captives,  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

Praises  to  Him  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  Grod  ; 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
Fountain  of  joy  and  holiness  ! 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 
The  hands  we  lift,  the  knees  we  bow ; 
To  Jah-Jehovah  thus  we  raise 
The  sinner's  endless  song  of  praise. 


PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God, 
The  Father's  blessed  Son, 

The  Father's  bosom  thine  abode, 
The  Father's  love  thine  own. 

Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  us  from  hell  to  raise 

Hast  shed  thy  reconciling  blood ; — ■ 
We  give  Thee  endless  praise. 

God,  and  yet  man,  Thou  art, 
True  G-od,  true  man  art  Thou ; 

Of  man,  and  of  man's  earth  a  part, 
One  with  us  Thou  art  now. 

Great  sacrifice  for  sin, 

Giver  of  life  for  life, 
Restorer  of  the  peace  within, 

True  ender  of  the  strife. 


42  PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

To  Thee,  the  Christ  of  God, 
Thy  saints  exulting  sing  ; 

The  bearer  of  our  heavy  load, 
Our  own  anointed  King ; 

True  lover  of  the  lost, 

From  heaven  Thou  earnest  down, 
To  pay  for  souls  the  righteous  cost, 

And  claim  them  for  thine  own. 

Rest  of  the  weary,  Thou  ! 

To  Thee,  our  rest,  we  come  ; 
In  Thee  to  find  our  dwelling  now, 

Out  everlasting  home. 


THE  CROSS  AND  THE  CROWN 

No  blood,  no  altar  now, 
The  sacrifice  is  o'er ; 
No  flame,  no  smoke,  ascends  on  high ; 
The  Lamb  is  slain  no  more  ! 
But  richer  blood  has  flow'd  from  nobler  veins, 
To  purge  the  soul  from  guilt,  and  cleanse  the  reddest 
stains. 

We  thank  Thee  for  the  blood,. 

The  blood  of  Christ,  thy  Son  ; 
The  blood  by  which  our  peace  is  made, 
Our  victory  is  won  : 
Great  victory  o'er  hell,  and  sin,  and  woe, 
That  needs  no  second  fight,  and  leaves  no  second  foe. 

"We  thank  Thee  for  the  grace 

Descending  from  above, 
That  overflows  our  widest  guilt, 
The  eternal  Father's  love : 
Love  of  the  Father's  everlasting  Son, 
Love  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  Jehovah,  three  in  One. 


44  THE  CROSS  AND  THE  CROWN. 

We  thank  Thee  for  the  hope, 

So  glad,  and  sure,  and  clear ; 
It  holds  the  drooping  spirit  up 
Till  the  long  dawn  appear : 
Fair  hope  !  with  what  a  sunshine  does  it  cheer 
Our  roughest  path  on  earth,  our  dreariest  desert  here 

* 

We  thank  Thee  for  the  crown 

Of  glory  and  of  life  ; 
Tis  no  poor  with'ring  wreath  of  earth, 
Man's  prize  in  mortal  strife  : 
Tis  incorruptible  as  is  the  throne, 
The  kingdom  of  our  God  and  his  Incarnate  Son. 


THE  END  OF  THE  DAY. 

CoiffE  for  thy  day,  thy  wasted  day  is  closing, 

With  all  its  joy  and  sun : 
Bright,  loving  hours  have  pass'd  thee  hy  unheeded; 

Thy  work  on  earth  undone, 

And  all  thy  race  urirun. 

Folly  and  pleasure  hast  thou  still  been  chasing 

"With  the  world's  giddy  throng, 
Beauty  and  love  have  been  thy  golden  idols ; 

And  thou  hast  rushed  along, 

Still  listening  to  their  song  ! 

Sorrow  and  weeping  thou  hast  cast  behind  thee. 
For  what  were  tears  to  thee  ? 

Life  was  not  life  without  the  smile  and  sunshina 
Only  in  revelry- 
Did  wisdom  seem  to  be. 


46  THE  END  OF  THE  DAY 

Unclasp,  0  man,  the  syren  hand  of  pleasure, 

Let  the  gay  folly  go  ! 
A  few  quick  years  will  bring  the  unwelcome  ending; 

Then  whither  dost  thou  go, 

To  endless  joy  or  woe  ? 

Clasp  a  far  truer  hand — a  kinder,  stronger — 

Of  Him  the  crucified ; 
Let  in  a  deeper  love  into  thy  spirit, 

The  love  of  Him  who  died, 

And  now  is  glorified  ! 


CONFESSION. 

0  this  soul,  how  dark  and  blind 
0  this  foolish,  earthly  mind; 
This  ever  froward,  selfish  will, 
Which  refuses  to  be  still  I 

O  these  ever  roaming  eyes, 
Upward  that  refuse  to  rise ; 
These  still  wayward  feet  of  mine, 
Found  in  every  path  but  thine  ! 

0  these  pulses  felt  within, 
Beating  for  the  world  and  sin ; 
Sending  round  the  fevered  blood, 
In  a  fierce  and  carnal  flood ! 

0  this  stubborn  prayerless  knee, 
Hands  so  seldom  clasped  to  thee, 
Longings  of  the  soul  that  go, 
Like  the  wild  wind  to  and  fro ; 


48  CONFESSION. 

To  and  fro  without  an  aim, 
Returning  idly  whence  they  came, 
Bringing  in  no  joy,  no  bliss, — 
Adding  to  my  weariness  ! 

Giver  of  the  heavenly  peace, 
Bid,  0  bid,  these  tumults  cease ; 
Minister  thy  holy  balm, 
Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit's  calm. 

Thou  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
Leave  me  not  in  sin  to  stray ; 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  guilt, 
Lead  me,  lead  me,  as  Thou  wilt 


CHRIST  IS  ALL. 

0  EVERLASTING  Light, 

Giver  of  dawn  and  day, 
Dispeller  of  the  ancient  night 
In  which  creation  lay  I 

0  everlasting  Light, 

Shine  graciously  withiu  ! 
Brightest  of  all  on  earth  that's  bright^ 

Come,  shine  away  my  sin  ! 

O  everlasting  ~Rockt 

Sole  refuge  in  distress, 
My  fort  when  foes  assail  and  mock, 

My  rest  in  weariness  ! 

0  everlasting  Fount, 

From  which  the  waters  burst, 
The  streams  of  the  eternal  mount, 

That  quench  time's  sorest  thirst  I 

D 


50  CHRIST  IS  ALI* 

0  eTerlasting  Health, 

From  which  all  healing  springs ; 
My  bliss,  my  treasure,  and  my  wealth, 

To  thee  my  spirit  clings  ! 

0  everlasting  Truth, 

Truest  of  all  that's  true ; 

Sure  guide  of  erring  age  and  youth, 
Lead  me  and  teach  me  too  ! 

0  everlasting  Strength, 

Uphold  me  in  the  way ; 
Bring  me,  in  spite  of  foes,  at  length, 

To  joy,  and  light,  and  day  ! 

0  everlasting  Love, 

Wellspring  of  grace  and  peace, 
Pour  down  thy  fulness  from  above, 

Bid  doubt  and  trouble  cease! 

0  everlasting  Best, 

Lift  off  life's  load  of  care  ! 

Believe,  revive  this  burdened  breast, 
And  every  sorrow  bear. 


CHRIST  IS  ALL.  5l 


Thou  art  in  heaven  our  all, 
Our  all  on  earth  art  thou  ; 

Upon  thy  glorious  name  we  call, 
Lord  Jesus,  bless  ua  now  1 


THE  LOVE  OF  GOD. 

0  lotb  of  God,  how  strong  and  true  I 
Eternal  and  yet  ever  new, 
Uncomprehended  and  unbought, 
Beyond  all  knowledge  and  all  thought. 

0  love  of  G-od,  how  deep  and  great ! 
Far  deeper  than  man's  deepest  hate  ; 
Self-fed,  self-kindled  like  the  light, 
Changeless,  eternal,  infinite. 

0  heavenly  love,  how  precious  still, 
In  days  of  weariness  and  ill  ! 
In  nights  of  pain  and  helplessness, 
To  heal,  to  comfort,  and  to  bless. 

0  wide-embracing,  wondrous  love, 

We  read  thee  in  the  sky  above, 

We  read  thee  in  the  earth  below, 

In  seas  that  swell  and  streams  that  flow. 


THE  LOVE  OF  GOD.  53 

We  read  thee  in  the  flowers,  the  trees, 
The  freshness  of  the  fragrant  breeze, 
The  song  of  birds  upon  the  wing, 
The  joy  of  summer  and  of  spring. 

We  read  thee  best  in  Him  who  came, 
To  bear  for  us  the  cross  of  shame ; 
Sent  by  the  Father  from  on  high, 
Our  life  to  live,  our  death  to  die. 

We  read  thee  in  the  manger-bed, 
On  which  His  infancy  was  laid ; 
And  Nazareth  that  love  reveals, 
Nestling  amid  its  lonely  hills. 

We  read  thee  in  the  tears  once  shed, 
Over  doomed  Salem's  guilty  head, 
In  the  cold  tomb  of  Bethany, 
And  blood-drops  of  G-ethsemane. 

We  read  thy  power  to  bless  and  save, 
Even  in  the  darkness  of  the  grave ; 
Still  more  in  resurrection-light, 
We  read  the  fulness  of  thy  might. 


54  THE  LOVE  OP  GOD. 

0  love  of  God,  our  shield  and  stay, 
Through  all  the  perils  of  our  way ; 
Eternal  love,  in  thee  we  rest, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  blest  I 


THE  TRUE  BREAD. 

Trite  bread  of  life,  in  pitying  mercy  given, 

Long-famished  souls  to  strengthen  and  to  feed ; 

Christ  Jesus,  Son  of  G-od,  true  bread  of  heaven, 
Thy  flesh  is  meat,  thy  blood  is  drink  indeed. 

I  cannot  famish,  though  this  earth  should  fail, 
Tho'  life  through  all  its  fields  should  pine  and  die ; 

Though  the  sweet  verdure  should  forsake  each  vale, 
And  every  stream  of  every  land  run  dry. 

True  Tree  of  life  !  Of  thee  I  eat  and  live, 
Who  eateth  of  thy  fruit  shall  never  die ; 

'Tis  thine  the  everlasting  health  to  give, 
The  youth  and  bloom  of  immortality. 

Feeding  on  thee,  all  weakness  turns  to  power, 
This  sickly  soul  revives,  like  earth  in  spring; 

Strength  floweth  on  and  in,  each  buoyant  hour, 
This  being  seems  all  energy,  all  wing. 


56  THE  TRUE  BREAD. 

Jesus,  our  dying,  buried,  risen  Head, 

Thy  Church's  Life  and  Lord,  Immanuel ! 

At  thy  dear  cross  we  find  the  eternal  bread, 
And  in  thy  empty  tomb  the  living  well. 


THE  FIRST  AJND  THE  LAST. 

Jesus,  Sun  and  Shield  art  thou ; 

Sun  and  shield  for  ever  ! 
Never  canst  thou  cease  to  shine, 

Cease  to  guard  us  never. 
Cheer  our  steps  as  on  we  go, 
Come  between  us  and  the  foe. 

Jesus,  Bread  and  Wine  ait  thou, 
"Wine  and  bread  for  ever  ! 

Never  canst  thou  cease  to  feed 
Or  refresh  us  never. 

Feed  we  still  on  bread  divine, 

Drink  we  still  this  heavenly  wine  I 

Jesus,  Love  and  Life  art  thou, 

Life  and  love  for  ever  ! 
Ne'er  to  quicken  shalt  thou  cease, 

Or  to  love  us  never. 
All  of  life  and  love  we  need 
Is  in  thee,  in  thee  indeed. 


68  THE  FIRST  AND  THE  LAST. 

Jesus,  Peace  and  Joy  art  thou, 
Joy  and  peace  for  ever  ! 

Joy  that  fades  not,  changes  not, 
Peace  that  leaves  us  never. 

Joy  and  peace  we  have  in  Thee, 

Now  and  through  eternity. 

Jesus,  Song  and  Strength  art  thou, 
Strength  and  song  for  ever  ! 

Strength  that  never  can  decay, 
Song  that  ceaseth  never. 

Still  to  us  this  strength  and  song 

Through  eternal  days  prolong. 


HIS  OWN  RECEIVED  HIM  NOIL 

Surely,  if  such  a  thing  could  be, 
The  best  of  sunlight  fell  on  thee ; 
The  softest  of  the  stars  of  night 
Shed  down  on  thee  its  sweetest  light. 

Surely,  if  such  a  thing  could  be, 
Noon  kept  its  gentlest  rays  for  thee ; 
The  lightest  of  the  winds  of  morn 
Across  thy  weary  brow  was  borne. 

The  freshest  dew  that  eve  ere  shed 
Fell  in  its  coolness  on  thy  head  ; 
The  fairest  of  the  flowers  that  bloom 
Eeserved  for  thee  their  rich  perfume. 

Yet  tho'  this  earth  which  thou  hast  made 
Its  best  for  thee  might  hourly  spread, 
And  tho',  if  such  a  thing  might  be, 
The  best  of  sunlight  fell  on  thee ; 


60  HIS  OWN  fiSCHIVED  HIM  NOT. 

I 

Man  had  no  love  to  give  thee  here, 
No  words  of  peace,  no  look  of  cheery 
No  tenderness  his  heart  could  move, 
He  gave  thee  hatred  for  thy  love. 

Thy  hest  of  love  to  him  was  given, 
The  freest,  truest  grace  of  heaven ; 
His  worst  of  hatred  fell  on  thee, 
His  worst  of  scorn  and  enmity. 

Life,  as  its  gift  for  him,  thy  love 
Brought  in  its  fulness  from  ahove  • 
Death,  of  all  deaths  the  sharpest,  he 
In  his  deep  hate  prepared  for  thee. 

0  love  and  hate  !  thus  face  to  face 
Ye  meet  in  this  strange  meeting-place  ! 
0  sin  and  grace,  0  death  and  life, 
Who,  who  shall  conquer  in  this  strife  ? 

"  Father,  forgive,''  is  love's  lone  cry, 
While  hatred's  crowd  shouts,  "  Crucify  I 
How  deeply  man  his  G-od  doth  hate, 
God's  love  to  man  how  true  and  great  1 


EHS  OWN  RECEIVED  HIM  NOT.  61 

Love  bows  the  head  in  dying  woe, 
And  hatred  seems  to  triumph  now ; 
Life  into  death  is  fading  fast, 
And  death  seems  conqueror  at  last. 

But  night  is  herald  of  the  day, 

And  hate's  dark  triumph  but  makes  way 

For  love's  eternal  victory, 

"When  life  shall  live,  and  death  shall  die. 


IN  HIM  WE  LIVE. 

I  know  thou  art  not  far, 

My  God,  from  me ;  yon  star 

Speaks  of  thy  nearness,  and  its  ray* 
Fall  on  me  like  thy  touch  :  Oh  raise 

These  eyes  of  mine 

To  see  thy  face,  even  thine, 

My  Father  and  my  God  1 

Thou  speakest,  and  I  hear ! 
What  gracious  heavenly  cheer 

Is  in  thy  gentle  speech,  my  God ! 

How  it  lifts  off  the  heavy  load 
Which  bows  my  weary  head, 
And  checks  me  in  my  speed, 

My  gracious  God  and  Lord  1 


IN  HTM  "WE  LIVE.  63 

Thou  knowest  all  I  am, 
My  evil  and  my  shame  ; 

And  yet  thou  hafst  me  not ; 

Nor  hast  even  once  forgot 
Thy  handiwork  divine, 
This  helpless  soul  of  mine, 

My  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

Thou  vrilt  be  nearer  yet, 

And  one  day  I  shall  get 

The  fuller  vision  of  thy  face, 

In  all  its  perfect  light  and  grace  ; 

"When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  in  thy  kingdom  bear  my  part, 

My  blessed  King  and  God  f 


JESU,  STILL  THE  STORM. 

Jesu,  still  tlie  storm  ! 
Only  thou  hast  power, 
In  this  troubled  hour, 
To  bid  our  tremblings  cease, 
And  give  our  spirits  peace. 

Jesu,  still  the  storm  ! 

Speak  the  potent  word, 

"  Peace,  be  still  I"  and  then 
Calm  returns  again ; 
Each  billow  hides  its  crest, 
And  lays  itself  to  rest. 

Speak  the  potent  word  ! 

Jesu,  love  us  still  ! 
Oh,  love  on,  love  on, 
As  thou  hast  ever  done  ; 
Oh  love  us  to  the  end, 
Our  one  unchanging  friond. 

Josu,  love  us  still  1 


JESU,  STILL  THE  STORM. 

Jesu,  bless  us  still ! 
Bless  us  on  and  on, 
Till  our  heaven  be  won ; 
Ob  bless  us  evermore, 
On  thine  own  blessed  shore. 

Jesu,  bless  us  still  ! 


Go 


THE  LOVE  THAT  PASSE!  H  KNOWLEDGE. 

Not  what  I  am,  0  Lord,  but  what  thou  art ! 

That,  that  alone  can  be  my  soul's  true  rest ; 
Thy  love,  not  mine,  bids  fear  and  doubt  depart, 

And  stills  the  tempest  of  my  tossing  breast. 

It  is  thy  perfect  love  that  casts  out  fear ; 

I  know  the  voice  that  speaks  the  "  It  is  I ;" 
And  in  these  well-known  words  of  heavenly  cheer, 

I  hear  the  joy  that  bids  each  sorrow  fly. 

Thy  name  is  Love  !  I  hear  it  from  yon  cross , 
Thy  name  is  Love  !  I  read  it  in  yon  tomb ; 

All  meaner  love  is  perishable  dross, 

But  this  shall  light  me  thro'  time's  thickest  gloom. 

It  blesses  now,  and  shall  for  ever  bless, 
It  saves  me  now,  and  shall  for  ever  save ; 

It  holds  me  up  in  days  of  helplessness, 
It  bears  me  safely  o'er  each  swelling  wave 


THE  LOVE  THAT  PASSETH  KNOWLEDGE.  67 

Girt  with  the  love  of  G-od  on  every  side, 

Breathing  that  love  as  heaven's  own  healing  air, 
I  work  or  wait,  still  following  my  guide, 
•     Braving  each  foe,  escaping  every  snare. 

'Tis  what  I  know  of  thee,  my  Lord  and  G-od, 

That  fills  my  soul  with  peace,  my  lips  with  song ; 

Thou  art  my  health,  my  joy,  my  staff,  and  rod, 
Leaning  on  thee,  in  weakness  I  am  strong. 

I  am  all  want  and  hunger ;  this  faint  heart 
Pines  for  a  fulness  which  it  finds  not  here ; 

Dear  ones  are  leaving,  and,  as  they  depart, 

Make  room  within  for  something  yet  more  dearc 

More  of  thyself,  Oh,  shew  me  hour  by  hour 
More  of  thy  glory,  0  my  G-od  and  Lord ; 

More  of  thyself  in  all  thy  grace  and  power, 
More  of  thy  love  and  truth,  Incarnate  Word  t 


THEE,  ONLY  THEE. 

Jesus,  thy  love  alone,  alone  thy  love 

Kefresheth  me ; 
And  for  that  love  of  thine,  that  freshening  love, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  cross  alone,  alone  thy  cross 

That  healeth  me ; 
And  for  that  cross  of  thine,  that  healing  cross, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  blood  alone,  alone  thy  blood 

That  cleanseth  me ; 
And  for  that  blood  of  thine,  that  cleansing  blood, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  death  alone,  alone  thy  death 

That  quickeneth  me ; 
And  for  that  death  of  thine,  that  quickening  death. 

I  come  to  thee. 


THEE,  ONLY  THEE.  69 

It  is  thy  life  alone,  alone  thy  life 

That  saveth  me ; 
And  for  that  life  of  thine,  that  saving  life, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  strength  alone,  alone  thy  strength 

That  strengthens  me ; 
And  for  that  strength  of  thine,  that  strengthening 
strength, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  joy  alone,  alone  thy  joy 

That  gladdens  me ; 
And  for  that  joy  of  thine,  that  gladdening  joy, 

I  come  to  thee. 

It  is  thy  light  alone,  alone  thy  light 

That  cheereth  me ; 
And  for  that  light  of  thine,  that  cheering  light, 

I  come  to  thee. 

Jesus,  thy  grace  alone,  alone  thy  grace 

Sufficeth  me  ; 
And  for  that  grace,  that  all-sufficing  grace, 

I  come  to  thee. 


70  THEE,  ONLY  THEE. 

Saviour  'tis  thou  thyself,  alone  thyself, 

Art  all  to  me ; 
And  for  that  all,  of  everything  I  need, 

I  come  to  thee. 


HE  IS   RISEN. 

The  tomb  is  empty ;  wouldst  thou  have  it  full  ? 

Still  sadly  clasping  the  unbreathing  clay; — 
0  weak  in  faith,  0  slow  of  heart  and  dull, 

To  doat  on  darkness,  and  shut  out  the  day  I 

The  tomb  is  empty ;  He  who,  three  short  days, 
After  a  sorrowing  life's  long  weariness, 

Found  refuge  in  this  rocky  resting-place, 
Has  now  ascended  to  the  throne  of  bliss. 

Here  lay  the  Holy  One,  the  Christ  of  G-od, 

He  who  for  death  gave  death,  and  life  for  life ; 

Our  heavenly  Kinsman,  our  true  flesh  and  blood ; 
Victor  for  us  on  hell's  dark  field  of  strife. 

This  was  the  Eethel,  where,  on  stony  bed, 

While  angels  went  and  came  from  morn  till  even, 

Our  truer  Jacob  laid  his  wearied  head ; 
This  was  to  him  the  very  gate  of  heaven. 


72 


HE  IS  RISEN. 


The  Conqueror,  not  the  conquer'd,  He  to  whom 
The  keys  of  death  and  of  the  grave  belong, 

Cross'd  the  cold  threshold  of  the  stranger's  tomb, 
To  spoil  the  spoiler  and  to  bind  the  strong. 

Hero  death  had  reign'd  ;  into  no  tomb  like  this 
Had  man's  fell  foe  aforetime  found  his  way; 

So  grand  a  trophy  ne'er  before  was  his, 
So  vast  a  treasure,  so  divine  a  prey. 

But  now  his  triumph  ends ;  the  rock-barr'd  door 
Is  open'd  wide,  and  the  G-reat  Pris'ner  gone; 

Look  round  and  see,  upon  the  vacant  floor 
The  napkin  and  the  grave-clothes  lie  alone. 

Yes,  death's  last  hope,  his  strongest  fort  and  prison 
Is  shatter'd,  never  to  be  built  again ; 

And  He,  the  mighty  Captive,  He  is  risen, 
Leaving  behind  the  gate,  the  bar,  the  chain. 

Yes,  He  is  ris'n  who  is  the  First  and  Last ; 

Who  was  and  is ;  who  liveth  and  was  dead; 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  he  now  has  pass'd, 

Of  the  one  glorious  Church  the  glorious  HoacL 


HE  IS  RISEN.  73 

The  tomb  is  empty;  so,  ere  long  shall  be 
The  tombs  of  all  who  in  this  Christ  repose ; 

They  died  with  Him  who  died  upon  the  tree, 
They  live  and  rise  with  Him  who  lived  and  rose. 

Death  has  not  slain  them ;  they  are  freed,  not  slain. 

It  is  the  gate  of  life,  and  not  of  death, 
That  they  have  entered ;  and  the  grave  in  vain 

Has  tried  to  stifle  the  immortal  breath. 

All  that  was  death  in  them  is  now  dissolved ; 

For  death  can  only  what  is  death's  destroy ; 
And  when  this  earth's  short  ages  have  revolved, 

The  disimprison^  life  comes  forth  with  joy. 

Their  life-long  battle  with  disease  and  pain, 

And  mortal  weariness,  is.  over  now ; 
Youth,  health,  and  comeliness  return  again, 

The  tear  has  left  the  cheek,  the  sweat  the  brow. 

They  are  not  tasting  death,  but  taking  rest, 
On  the  same  holy  couch  where  Jesus  lay, 

Soon  to  awake  all  glorified  and  blest, 

"When  day  has  broke  and  shadows  fled  away. 


EEDEEM  THE  TIME. 

Death  worketh, 

Let  me  work  too ; 
Death  undoeth, 
Let  me  do. 
Busy  as  death  my  work  I  ply, 
Till  I  rest  in  the  rest  of  eternity. 


Time  worketh, 
Let  me  work  too ; 

Time  undoeth, 

Let  me  do. 

Busy 

as  time  my  work  I  ply, 

Till  I  rest  in  the  rest  of  eternity. 

Sin  worketh, 

Let  me  work  too ; 

Sin  undoeth, 

Let  me  do. 

Busy  as  sin  my  work  I  ply, 
Till  I  rest  in  the  rest  of  eternity. 


MUSINGS  AND  COUNSELS. 

Not  so  quickly,  fretted  spirit, 
Lest  thy  speed  but  run  to  waste : 

He  is  stedfast  who  believeth, 
He  who  trusteth  makes  no  haste 
For  the  God  on  whom  we  call 
Will  carry  us  through  all ; 
No  plan  of  His  can  fail, 
Not  a  wish  but  must  prevail. 
He  is  mighty,  He  alone  ; 
Let  His  work  be  calmly  done. 

Not  so  slowly,  sluggish  spirit, 
As  if  G-od  and  time  would  stay 

For  thee,  the  loitering  dreamer, 
Flinging  hours  and  days  away. 
Up  and  toil  with  all  thy  might, 
Noon  is  fading  into  night ; 
Like  the  ever-moving  wave, 
We  are  rushing  to  the  grave ; 
Like  the  swiftly  rising  dew, 
Earth  is  passing  from  our  view. 


76  MUSINGS  AND  COUNSELS. 

Not  so  gaily,  buoyant  spirit ; 

Temper  mirth  with  gentle  fear ; 
Roses  wither,  leaves  are  falling, 

'Tis  not  always  summer  hero- 
'Tis  a  brittle,  hollow  world, 
With  its  brav'ry  all  unfurled, 
Its  banners  streaming  high, 
And  shouts  of  revelry. 
Its  day  is  coming  fast, 
And  its  madness  cannot  last. 
Not  so  darkly,  gloomy  spirit ; 

Here  are  things  ot  sprightlier  hue. 
Here  are  suns,  and  stars,  and  rainbows, 

And  a  glorious  arch  of  blue. 
Earth  is  not  all  tears  and  woe, 
There  are  bright  things  here  below 
There  is  verdure  on  our  hills, 
There  is  music  in  our  rills, 
There  is  fragrance  in  our  air; 
In  our  homes  the  dear  and  fair. 

Not  so  lightly,  jesting  spirit ; 

Do  not  trifle  so  with  sin  ; 
The  gate  of  life  is  narrow, 

There  are  few  who  enter  ul 


MUSINGS  AND  COUNSELS.  77 

Setting  God  before  thine  eyes, 

Be  boldly  good  and  wise  ; 

Cherish  grave  and  manly  thought, 

Buy  the  truth  and  sell  it  not ; 

To  thyself  and  truth  be  true, 

To  thy  friend  be  faithful  too. 
Not  so  sternly,  haughty  spirit ; 

Lay  thy  loftiness  aside  ; 
From  thy  forehead  smooth  the  furrow, 
From  thy  heart  pluck  out  the  pride. 

Deal  gentle  words  to  all ; 

Thou,  too,  mayest  err  and  fall ; 

Be  pitiful  and  kind, 

Leave  rugged  words  behind, 

Learn  meekly  to  reprove  ; 

They  win  who  speak  in  love. 

Not  so  fondly, sanguine  spirit ; 

There  is  judgment  in  you  cloud, 
There  is  peril  in  yon  tempest, 
And  the  trumpet  speaks  aloud. 
God  is  coming  in  His  wrath, 
And  the  lightning  ploughs  his  path  ; 
There  is  terror  on  the  earth, 
And  the  ruin  rushes  forth  ; 


78  MUSINGS  AND  COUNSELS. 

There  is  boding  in  yon  sky, 
The  Judge  is  drawing  nigh. 

Not  so  hopeless,  drooping  spirit ; 
Ton  clouds  at  length  will  rise ; 

And,  beyond  them,  in  the  distance, 
Spreads  a  realm  of  sunny  skies. 
God's  promise  standeth  fast, 
And  the  glory  breaks  at  last ; 
Peace  is  rising  out  of  strife, 
Death  is  dying  into  life ; 
Up  springs  the  eternal  sun  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  will  soon  be  one* 


THE  GOOD  FIGHT. 

I  came  and  saw,  and  hoped  to  conquer, 
As  the  great  Roman  once  had  done ; 

His  was  the  one  hour's  torrent  shock  of  battle, 
My  field  was  harder  to  be  won. 

I  came  and  saw,  but  did  not  conquer, 

The  foes  were  fierce,  their  weapons  strong ; 

I  came,  I  saw,  but  yet  I  did  not  conquer, 
For  me  the  fight  was  sore  and  long. 

They  said  the  war  was  brief  and  easy, 
A  word,  a  look,  would  crush  the  throng ; 

To  some  it  may  have  been  a  moment's  conflict, 
To  me  it  has  been  sore  and  long. 

They  said  the  threats  were  coward  bluster, 
To  brave  men  they  could  work  no  wrong ; 

So  some  may  boast  of  swift  and  easy  battle, 
To  me  it  has  been  sore  and  long. 


80  THE  GOOD  FIGHT. 

And  yet  I  know  that  I  shall  conquer, 

Though  sore  and  hard  the  fight  may  he  ; 

I  know,  I  know  I  shall  he  more  than  victor, 
Through  Him  who  won  the  fight  for  me. 

I  fight,  not  fearful  of  the  issue, 

My  victory  is  sure  and  near ; 
Yet,  not  the  less  with  hand  and  eye  all  watchful, 

Grasp  I  my  buckler  and  my  spear. 

For  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  conquer, 
'Tis  not  by  flight  that  fields  are  won  ; 

And  I  must  conquer,  if  I  would  inherit, 
The  victor's  joy,  and  crown,  and  throne. 


TIME  AND  ETERNITY. 

It  is  not  time  that  flies  ; 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  flying  : 
It  is  not  Life  that  dies ; 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  dying. 
Time  and  eternity  are  one  ; 
Time  is  eternity  begun  : 
Life  changes,  yet  without  decay ; 
'Tis  we  alone  who  pass  away. 

It  is  not  Truth  that  flies ; 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  flying  : 
It  is  not  Faith  that  dies  ; 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  dying. 
0  ever-during  faith  and  truth, 
Whose  youth  is  age,  whose  age  is  youth ! 
Twin  stars  of  immortality, 
Ye  cannot  perish  from  our  sky. 

F 


82  TIME  AND  ETERNITY, 

It  is  not  Hope  that  flies : 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  flying  : 
It  is  not  Leve  that  dies ; 

'Tis  we,  'tis  we,  are  dying. 
Twin  streams,  that  have  in  heaven  your  birth. 
Ye  glide  in  gentle  joy  through  earth. 
We  fade,  like  flowers  beside  you  sown  ; 
Ye  are  still  flowing,  flowing  on. 

Yet  we  but  die  to  live ; 

It  is  from  death  we're  flying  : 
For  ever  lives  our  life  ; 

For  us  there  is  no  dying. 
We  die  but  as  the  spring-bud  dios, 
In  summj^  golden  glow  to  rise. 
Thet  •  days  of  April  bloom ; 

c  July  is  beyond  the  tomb. 


A  CHILD  OF  DAY. 
On  this  bare  ocean-islet, 


"j 


While  the  slow  waves  softly  play, 
And  the  happy  breeze  sings  by  me, 
I  sit  and  sigh  for  day. 

I  am  looking  for  the  dawning, 
For  the  first  soft  silver  ray ; 

I  am  looking,  looking,  looking, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day. 

TMid  the  shadows  and  the  silence 
Of  the  lonely,  lonely  way, 

I  am  longing,  longing,  longing, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day. 

I  mark  the  waning  starlight, 
And  the  gentle  streaks  of  grey ; 

And  Fm  hoping,  hoping,  toping, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day. 


84  A  CHILD  OF  DAY, 

The  pale  pure  light  is  springing, 
The  darkness  steals  away ; 

And  I'm  watching,  watching,  watohing, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day. 

Shall  I  close  my  eyes  in  slumber, 
Shall  I  dream  the  hours  away ; 

When  I'm  waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day  ? 

Shall  I  cleave  to  shades  and  darkness, 
To  the  chill  of  mortal  clay ; 

When  I'm  waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 
For  the  morning  and  the  day  ? 

Shall  I  love  earth's  blazing  torches, 
Its  lamps  of  midnight  gay  ; 

When  I  know  that  they  are  coming, — 
The  morning  and  the  day? 


SUNSET  BY  1  HE  SEA. 

My  watch  upon  this  sea-  swept  cliff  is  done  ! 
I've  marked  for  hours  that  slow-descending  sua, 
And  seen  him  plunge  into  the  golden  swell 
Of  yon  bright  ocean  that  he  loves  so  well. 

I  linger,  watching  how  yon  wavelets  seem 
To  miss  the  glory  of  the  vanished  gleam ; 
And  marking  how  yon  summer-blushing  blue 
Takes  on  the  sadness  of  the  twilight  hue. 

How  can  I  go  ?   That  shadowy,  solemn  wave 
Seems  like  a  loved  one's  newly-covered  grave ; 
And  all  around,  above  me,  seems  to  move 
The  joy  and  grief  of  unforgotten  love. 

I  linger  o'er  the  long  wave's  darkening  flow ; 
But  the  cold  sea-moan  bids  me  rise  and  go ; 
And  yon  faint  sun-glow  on  the  quivering  main 
Says,  G  o,  to-morrow  we  shall  meet  again. 


86  SUNSET  BY  THE  SEA, 

It  may  be  we  shall  meet  as  we  have  done, 
And  that  I  greet  once  more  yon  matchless  sin ; 
It  may  be  that  I  come  to  gaze  again 
On  the  pale  splendour  of  yon  purple  plain. 

But  tho'  no  dawn  should  light  these  faded  skies, 
Though  yon  exj)ected  sun  should  never  rise, 
I  have  a  Sun  whose  everlasting  gold 
Lights  up  a  day  that  never  shall  grow  old. 

I  have  a  Sun  within,  a  Sun  above, 
A  heaven  whose  radiance  is  the  joy  of  love. 
Earth's  suns  may  sink  and  rise  again  no  moro, 
I  need  them  not  in  that  unchanging  shore. 

T  go  where  night  and  darkness  never  come, 
To  the  dear  day-spring  of  a  sinless  home ; 
No  pensive  musings  such  as  sunset  brings  ! 
No  bitter  heartache  over  dried-up  spiings  ! 

This  shore  I  quit,  these  rocks,  this  wondrous  sea, 
Of  all  things  great  the  greatest  still  to  me ; 
These  golden  gleams  of  sunset's  lingering  bliss, 
Yon  far-off  dimple  from  the  dying  kiss 


SUNSET  BY  THE  SEA.  87 

Of  wave  and  sky ;  this  gentle,  gentle  song 

Of  the  lone  sea-breeze  as  it  sighs  along ; 

The  sweet  low  ripple-note  that  comes  and  goes 

From  yon  grey  sand-  slope  where  the  tide  still  flows. 

These,  these  I  leave ;  yet,  leaving,  turn  again 
To  love  and  muse,  yet  feel  no  parting  pain  ;— 
These  are  but  withered  leaves,  the  goodly  tree 
Which  bears  them  all  remaineth  yet  for  me. 

I  need  not  miss  the  starbeam,  if  the  star 
Abideth  still  to  shine  in  love  afar ; 
The  gift  may  fade,  the  G-iver  still  is  mine, 
With  all  his  love  and  light  and  grace  divine. 


LORD.   COME  AWAY! 

Hand  and  foot  are  weary, 
Brow  and  eye  are  weary, 
Heart  and  soul  are  weary ; — 
Lord,  Come  away  J 

Years  are  swiftly  flying, 
Heaven  and  earth  are  sighing, 
And  thy  Church  is  crying, 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

Broken  lies  creation, 
Shaken  earth's  foundation, 
Anchorless  each  nation; — 

Lord,  come  away  I 

Kingly  props  all  failing, 
Boldest  bosoms  quailing, 
Fear  forlorn  prevailing ; 

Lord,  come  away  J 


LORD,  COME  AWAY  !  89 

Thrones  of  ages  shaking, 
Bonds  of  empire  breaking, 
Sullen  priesthoods  quaking; — 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

Evil  darkly  reigneth, 
Nought  of  love  remaineth, 
And  thy  Bride  complaineth  ; — 
Lord,  come  away  1 

Might  the  right  is  wronging, 
Sworded  millions  thronging, 
Earth's  misrule  prolonging ; — 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

Lonely  hearts  are  singing, 
Loyal  souls  are  clinging 
To  the  light  upspringing  ; — 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

Calm,  'mid  night-winds  blowing, 
Long  has  faith  been  sowing, 
See  the  life-seed  growing ; — 
Lord,  come  away  t 


90  LORD,  COMB  AWAY  ! 

'Tis  no  time  for  sorrow, 
See  the  glorious  morrow, 
Its  gladness  let  us  borrow ; — 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

'Tis  no  time  for  dreaming, 
See  the  day-spring's  gleaming 
Through  the  darkness  streaming  ;- 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

Sounds  the  last  long  thunder, 
Bursts  the  day  of  wonder, 
Glory,  gladness  yonder ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 


HE   IS   COMING. 

He  is  coming  ;   and  the  tidings 
Are  rolling  wide  and  far ; 

As  light  flows  out  in  gladness, 
From  yon  fair  morning-star. 

He  is  coming ;   and  the  tidings 
Sweep  through  the  willing  air, 

With  hope  that  ends  for  ever 
Time's  ages  of  despair. 

Old  earth  from  dreams  and  slumber 
Wakes  up  and  says,  Amen  ; 

Land  and  ocean  bid  him  welcome, 
Flood  and  forest  join  the  strain. 

He  is  coming;  and  the  mountains 

Of  Judea  ring  again  ; 
Jerusalem  awakens, 

And  shouts  her  glad  Amen. 


92  HE  IS  COMING. 

He  is  coming  ;   wastes  of  Horeb, 

Awaken  and  rejoice  ! 
Hills  of  Moab,  cliffs  of  Edom, 

Lift  the  long  silent  voice  ! 

He  is  coming,  sea  of  Sodom, 
To  heal  thy  leprous  brine, 

To  give  back  palm  and  myrtle, 
The  olive  and  the  vine. 

He  is  coming,  blighted  Carmel, 
To  restore  thy  olive  bowers. 

He  is  coming,  faded  Sharon, 
To  give  thee  back  thy  flowers. 

Sons  of  Grentile-trodden  Judah, 
Awake,  behold,  he  comes  ! 

Landless  and  kingless  exiles, 
Ke-seek  your  long-lost  homes. 

Back  to  your  ancient  valleys 

Which  your  fathers  loved  so  well, 

In  their  now  crumbled  cities 

Let  their  children's  children  dwelL 


HE  IS  COMING.  93 

Brink  the  last  drop  of  wormwood 
From  your  nation's  bitter  cup ; 

The  bitterest,  but  the  latest, 
Make  haste  and  drink  it  up. 


For  he  thy  true  Messiah, 
Thine  own  anointed  King, 

He  comes,  in  love  and  glory, 
Thy  endless  joy  to  bring. 


Yes,  he  thy  King  is  coming 
To  end  thy  woes  and  wrongs 

To  give  thee  joy  for  mourning. 
To  turn  thy  sighs  to  songs ; 

To  dry  the  tears  of  ages, 
To  give  thee,  as  of  old, 

The  diadem  of  beauty, 
The  crown  of  purest  gold ; 

To  lift  thee  from  thy  sadness, 
To  set  thee  on  the  throne, 

Messiah's  chosen  nation, 
His  best-beloved  one. 


94  HE  IS  COMING. 

The  stain  and  dust  of  exile 
To  wipe  from  thy  weary  feet ; 

With  songs  of  glorious  triumph 
Thy  glad  return  to  greet. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

The  last  long  note  has  sounded, 

The  dead  from  dust  to  call ; 

The  sinner  stands  confounded, 

With  fear  on  fear  surrounded, 

As  by  a  sea  unbounded, 

Before  the  Judge  of  alL 

No  longer  now  delaying 

The  hour  of  dreaded  doom  ; 
No  more  the  sentence  staying, 
No  more  the  cross  displaying, 
In  wrath  His  throne  arraying, 

The  Judge,  the  Judge  has  come  ! 

What  wild  shrill  voice  of  mourning 

Comes  up  from  hill  and  plain  ? 

Dark  spirits,  pardon  scorning, 

Proud  hearts,  long  mercy  spurning, 

Bold  rebels,  deaf  to  warning, 

Now  cry,  but  cry  in  vain  I 


96  THE  JUDGMENT. 

See  how  these  heavens  are  rended 
By  yon  sky-filling  blast ; 

Earth's  year  of  grace  is  ended ; 

He  who  in  clouds  ascended, 

Now,  with  heaven's  hosts  attended, 
Returns,  returns  at  last  * 

Cease,  man,  thy  God-defying; 

Cease  thy  best  friend  to  grieve  j 
Cease,  man,  thy  self-relying; 
Flee  from  the  endless  dying ; 
Swiftly  thy  time  is  flying ; 

Embrace  the  Son  and  live  ! 

Give  up  thy  vain  endeavour 

To  heal  thy  wounds  and  woes ; 
He  is  of  life  the  Giver, 
And  from  His  cross  the  river, 
Which  quenches  thirst  for  ever, 

All  freely  to  thee  flows. 

With  gush,  and  gleam,  and  singing, 

See  the  bright  fountain  rise. 
Tor  thee  that  fount  is  springing, 
To  thee  its  gladness  bringing  ; — 
Why  then  so  madly  clinging 
To  vanity  and  lies? 


HEAVEN  AT  LAST. 
"  Denique  Coelum."— Old  Motto, 

Angel- voices  sweetly  singing, 
Echoes  through  the  blue  dome  ringing, 
News  of  wondrous  gladness  bringing ; 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Now,  beneath  us  all  the  grieving, 
All  the  wounded  spirit's  heaving, 
All  the  woe  of  hopes  deceiving; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Sin  for  ever  left  behind  us, 
Earthly  visions  cease  to  blind  us, 
Fleshly  fetters  cease  to  bind  us ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  S 

On  the  jasper  threshold  standing, 
Like  a  pilgrim  safely  landing, 
See,  the  strange  bright  scene  expanding 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  1 
a 


98  HEAVEN  AT  LAST. 

What  a  city !  what  a  glory ! 
Far  beyond  the  brightest  story 
Of  the  ages  old  and  hoary ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  I 

Softest  voices,  silver-pealing, 
Freshest  fragrance,  spirit-healing, 
Happy  hymns  around  us  stealing ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  I 

Gone  the  vanity  and  folly, 
Grone  the  dark  and  melancholy, 
Come  the  joyous  and  the  holy ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Not  a  broken  blossom  yonder, 
Not  a  link  can  snap  asunder, 
Stay'd  the  tempest,  sheathed  the  thundor  5 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Not  a  tear-drop  ever  falleth, 
Not  a  pleasure  ever  palleth, 
Song  to  song  for  ever  calleth  ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  ! 


HEAVEN  AT  LAST.  99 

Christ  himself  the  living  splendour, 
Christ  the  sunlight  mild  and  tender 
Praises  to  the  Lamb  we  render ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  ! 

Now  at  length  the  veil  is  rended^ 
Now  the  pilgrimage  is  ended, 
And  the  saints  their  thrones  ascended ; 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Broken  death's  dread  hands  that  hound  us, 
Life  and  victory  around  us ; 
Christ,  the  King,  himself  hath  crown'd  us  | 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  t 


100 


THE   GRAVES   OF  OCEAN. 

The  sea  gave  up  the  dead  which  were  in  it." — Rev.  xx.  13. 

Deep  down  beneath  the  unresting  surge 

There  is  a  peaceful  tomb ; 
Storm  raves  above,  calm  reigns  below ; 
Safe,  safe  from  ocean's  wreck  and  woe ; 
Safe  from  its  tide's  unceasing  flow 

The  wear}''  find  a  home. 

Calm  shelter  from  Time's  vexing  winds ; 

Sure  anchorage  at  last ! 
The  blinding  sea-drift  blinds  not  here ; 
No  breaker's  boom  the  sleepers  fear, 
No  angry  typhoon  hovers  near — 

Their  latest  storm  is  past. 

Done  now  with  peril  and  with  toil, 

They  sleep  the  blessed  sleep. 
The  last  wild  hurricane  is  o'er ; 
All  silent  now  life's  thunder-roar, 
All  quiet  now  the  wreck-strewn  shore  ;— 

'Tis  we,  not  they,  who  weep. 


THE  GRAVES  OF  OCEAN.  101 

Who  dies  in  Christ  the  Lord  dies  well, 

Though  on  the  lonely  main ; 
As  soft  the  pillow  of  the  deep, 
As  tranquil  the  uncurtain'd  sleep 
As  on  the  couch  where  fond  ones  weep  ;— 

And  they  shall  rise  again. 

Not  safer  on  the  sea  of  glass 

Before  the  throne  of  Grod  ! 
As  sacred  is  that  ocean-cave, 
Where  weeds  instead  of  myrtles  wave ; 
As  near  to  Grod  that  unknown  grave, 

As  the  dear  churchyard's  sod. 

O'er  the  loved  clay  Grod  sets  his  watch, 

The  angels  guard  it  well, 
Till  summoned  by  the  trumpet  loud, 
Like  star  emerging  from  the  cloud, 
Or  blossom  from  its  sheltering  shroud, 

It  leaves  its  ocean-cell. 

The  sea  shall  give  them  back,  though  death 

The  well-known  form  destroy; 
Nor  rock,  nor  sand,  nor  foam  can  chain, 
Nor  mortal  prison-house  retain, 
Each  atom  shall  awake  again, 

And  rise  with  song  and  joy. 


102  THE  GRAVES  OF  OCEAN. 

The  cold  sea's  coldest,  hardest  depths 

Shall  hear  the  trump  of  God, 
Death's  reign  on  sea  and  land  is  o'er, 
God's  treasured  dust  he  must  restore, 
God's  huried  gems  he  holds  no  more, 
Beneath  or  wave  or  clod. 

When  the  cold  billow  cover'd  them, 
No  solemn  prayer  was  said ; 

Yet  not  the  less  their  crown  shall  be 

In  the  great  morn  of  victory, 

When,  from  their  mortal  fetters  free, 
They  leave  their  peaceful  bed. 

What  though  to  speak  the  words  of  love 
No  dear  ones  then  could  come. 

Without  a  name  upon  their  bier, 

A  brother's  or  a  sister's  tear, 

Their  heaven  will  be  as  bright  and  neax 
As  from  their  boyhood's  home. 

Star  of  the  promised  morning,  rise  ! 

Star  of  the  throbbing  wave, 
Ascend  !  and  o'er  the  sable  brine 
With  resurrection-splendour  shine ; 
Burst  through  the  clouds  with  beams  divine^ 

Mighty  to  shine  and  save 


THE  GRAVES  OF  OCEAN.  103 

0  Morning  Star  !  O  risen  Lord  ! 

Destroyer  of  the  tomb  ! 
Star  of  the  living  and  the  dead, 
Lift  up  at  length  thy  long-veil'd  head, 
O'er  land  and  sea  thy  glories  shed  ; — 

Light  of  the  morning,  come  ! 

Into  each  tomb  thy  radiance  pour, 

Let  life,  not  death,  prevail. 
Make  haste,  great  Conqueror,  make  haste  f 
Call  up  the  dead  of  ages  past, 
G-ather  thy  precious  gems  at  last, 

From  ocean's  deepest  vale. 

Speak,  mighty  Life,  and  wake  the  dead  I 

Like  statue  from  the  stone, 
Like  music  from  long  broken  strings, 
Like  gushings  from  deserted  springs, 
Like  dew  upon  the  dawn's  soft  wings, 

Bouse  each  beloved  one  ! 


A  CRY  FROM  THE  DEPTHS. 

Herb  in  thy  royal  presence,  Lord,  I  stand ; 

I  give  myself,  my  all,  to  thee ; 
Thou  hast  redeem'd  me  by  thy  precious  blood; 

Thine  only  will  I  be. 
No  love  but  thine,  but  thine,  can  me  relieve, 
No  light  but  thine,  but  thine,  will  I  receive, 
No  light,  no  love,  but  thine  ! 

Take,  take  me  as  I  am ;  thou  need'st  me  not, 
I  know  Thou  need'st  me  not  at  all. 

All  heaven  is  thine,  all  earth,  each  morning-star ; 
High  angels  wait  thy  call ; 

I  am  the  poorest  of  thy  creatures,  I 

The  child  of  evil  and  dark  misery ; — 
Yet  take  me  as  T  am  1 


HEBE  IS  MY  HEART.  105 

Perhaps  Thou  overlookest  me  ;  too  small 

A  mote  of  being  for  thine  eye 
To  rest  on,  or  to  care  for ;  far  beneath 

Thine  awful  majesty. 
But  still  I  am  a  thing  of  life,  I  know, 
And  made  for  everlasting  joy  and  woe  ; — 
Turn  not  thine  eye  away. 

Perhaps  Thou  dost  repent  of  making  me  ? 

And  yet,  this,  0  my  G-od,  I  know, 
That  I  am  made,  made  by  thine  own  great  hand, 

Though  least  of  all  beloyj  • 
Myself  I  cannot  alter  or  unmake, 

0  wilt  thou  not  this  soul  of  mine  new-make  ? 

New-make  me,  0  my  God  ! 

Perhaps  for  aught  of  good  I  am  unfit, 

Most  worthless  and  most  useless  all : 
Tet  make  me  but  the  meanest  thing  that  lives, 

Within  Thy  Salem's  wall. 

1  shall  be  well  content,  my  G-od,  to  be, 

Or  do,  or  suffer  aught  that  pleaseth  Thee;  — 
0  cast  me  not  away. 


106  HERE  IS  Mr  HEART. 

It  would  not  cost  thee  dear  to  bless  me,  Lord  j 

A  word  would  do  it,  or  a  sign, 
It  needs  no  more  from  thee,  no  more,  my  God ; 

Thy  words  have  power  divine. 
And  0  the  boundless  blessedness  to  me, 
Loved,  saved,  forgiven,  renewed  and  blest  by  thee  ! 
0  speak,  0  speak  the  word  i 

Life  ebbs  apace,  my  night  is  coming  fast ; 

My  cheek  is  wan,  my  hair  is  grey ; 
I  am  not  what  I  was  when  on  me  blazed 

The  noon  of  youth's  bright  day. 
Make  haste  to  do  for  me  what  thus  I  plead, 

0  Thou  the  succourer  of  my  great  need, 

0  love  and  comfort  me. 

1  know  the  blood  of  Thine  eternal  Son 
Has  power  to  cleanse  even  me ; 

0  wash  me  now  in  that  all-precious  blood  ; 

G-ive  my  soul  purity  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness,  bid  the  day-star  shine, 
Light  up  the  midnight  of  this  soul  of  mine; 
Let  all  be  song  and  joy  ! 


HAVE  FAITH  IN  TEUTH. 

Have  faith  in  truth  ; 

And  in  the  True  One  trust  ! 
Though  bright  with  fancy's  brightest  hues, 

Abhor  the  lie  thou  must. 

Make  sure  of  truth, 

And  truth  will  make  thee  sure ; 
It  will  not  shift,  nor  fade,  nor  die, 

But  like  the  heavens  endure. 

G-od's  thoughts,  not  man's, 

Be  these  thy  heritage  ; 
They,  like  himself,  are  ever  young, 

Untouched  by  time  or  age. 

G-od's  words,  not  man's, 

Be  these  thy  gems  and  gold ; 
Be  these  thy  never-setting  stars,—- 

Still  radiant  as  of  old. 


108  HAVE  FAITH  IN  TRUTH. 

With  G-od  alone 

Is  truth,  and  joy,  and  light. 
Walk  thou  with  Him  in  peace  and  loTe, 

Hold  fast  the  good  and  right. 

Hold  fast  the  true  ! 

For  truth  can  never  change  ; 
It  grows  not  old, — 'tis  ever  one, 

However  vast  its  range. 

Great  truths  are  great ! 

Not  once,  but  evermore ; 
Theirs  is  an  everlasting  youth, 

A  spring-bloom  never  o'er. 

The  stars  that  shine 

To-night,  in  these  calm  skies, 
Are  the  same  stars  that  shone  of  old 

In  primal  Paradise. 

The  sun  that  once 

At  a  man's  voice  stood  still, 
Is  the  same  sun  that  nightly  sets 

Behind  yon  western  hill. 


HAVE  FAITH  IN  TRUTH.  109 

Man  and  his  earth 

Are  varying  day  by  day  ; 
Truth  cannot  change  nor  ever  grow 

Feeble  and  old  and  grey. 


LIFE  AND  I. 

Life  is  the  child's  frail  wreath, 

And  I  a  drop  of  dew 
Upon  its  fading  beauty.     In  the  breath 

Of  the  still  night-air  came  I  forth  to  •view, 
But  with  the  reddening  morn 
I  silently  return 
To  holy  realms  unseen, 
Where  death  hath  never  been, 
"Where  He  hath  his  abode, 
Who  is  my  G-od  ! 

Life  is  the  wind-snapp'd  bough, 

And  I  a  little  bird  ; 
My  motherland  a  fairer,  calmer  clime, 

Whose  olive-groves  no  storm  has  ever  stirred  ;- 
A  little  bird  that  came  from  far, 
Beyond  the  evening  star, 
Alighting  in  my  untried  flight 
Upon  this  tree  of  night. 
Yet  ere  another  sun 
Bis  race  shall  have  begun, 


LIFE  AND  I.  Ill 

I  shall  have  pass'd  from  sight, 
To  realms  of  truer  light, 
These  twilight  skies  ahove, 
To  he  with  Him  I  love, 
My  God,  my  God. 

Life  is  the  mountain  lake, 

And  I  a  drifting  cloud, 
Or  a  cloud's  broken  shadow  on  the  wave, 

One  of  the  silent  multitude  that  crowd, 
"With  ever-varying  pace, 
Across  the  water's  face  ! 
Soon  must  I  pass  from  earth, 
To  the  calm  azure  of  my  better  birth, 
My  sky  of  holy  bliss ; 
"With  Him  in  love  and  peace, 
To  have  my  long  abode, 
Who  is  my  God  ! 

Life  is  the  tossing  ark, 

And  I  the  wandering  dove, 
Besting  to-day  mid  clouds  and  waters  dark, 

To  morrow  to  my  peaceful  olive-grove 
Returning,  in  glad  haste, 
Across  time's  billowy  waste, 


112  LIFE  AND  I. 

For  evermore  to  rest, 
Upon  the  faithful  breast, 
Of  Him  who  is  my  King, 
My  Christ  and  God  ! 

Life  is  the  changing  deep, 

And  I  a  little  wave, 
Eising  a  moment  and  then  passing  down, 

Amid  my  fellows,  to  a  peaceful  grave ; 
For  this  is  not  my  rest, 
It  is  not  here  I  can  be  blest. 
Far  from  this  sea  of  strife, 
With  Christ  is  hid  my  life, 
With  Christ  my  glorious  Lord, 
My  King  and  God. 

Life  is  a  well-strung  lyre, 

And  I  a  wandering  note,  . 
Struck  from  its  cunning  chords,  and  left  alone 

A  moment  in  the  quivering  air  to  float ; 
Then,  without  echo,  die, 
And  upward  from  this  earthly  jarring  fly, 
To  form  a  truer  note  above 
In  the  great  song  of  joy  and  love, 


LIFE  AND  I.  113 

The  never-ending,  never-jarring  song 

Of  the  immortal  throng ; 

Sung  to  the  praise  of  Him 

Who  is  at  once  its  leader  and  its  theme? 

My  Christ,  my  King,  my  God  ! 


BRIGHT  FEET  OP  MAY. 

Trip  along,  bright  feet  of  May, 
Trip  along  from  day  to  day, 
Trip  along  in  sun  and  showers, 
Trip  along  and  wake  the  flowers, 
Trip  along  the  breezy  hills, 
Trip  beside  the  prattling  rills. 

Trip  along,  in  light  and  song, 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay, 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  ! 

Trip  along,  when  morning  shines, 
Trip  along,  when  day  declines, 
Trip  along,  when,  in  the  night, 
Moon  and  stars  are  sparkling  bright ; 
Trip  across  the  sunny  sea, 
Over  cloudland  high  and  free. 

Trip  along,  in  light  and  song, 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay, 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  I 


BRIGHT  FEET  OF  MAY.  115 

Trip  along  the  budding  wood, 

O'er  the  moorland  solitude  ; 

Trip  through  garden,  field,  and  brake, 

Trip  beside  the  gleaming  lake ; 

Bevel  in  the  stai-loved  dew, 

Drink  the  clear  sky's  summer  blue. 
Trip  along,  in  light  and  song, 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay, 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May ! 

Trip  along,  and,  as  you  move, 

Tell  the  springing  earth  of  love; 

Tell  of  love  the  sunlight  free, 

Tell  of  love  the  bounding  sea, 

The  love  of  Him  who  gave  to  May 

The  sweetness  of  its  smiling  day. 
Trip  along,  in  light  and  song, 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay, 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May! 


VOX  MATUTINA, 

Earth's  lamps  are  growing  dim  j 
The  Church's  early  hymn 
Comes  up  in  slow,  soft  sound, 
Like  music  from  the  ground ; 
Her  old  prophetic  psalm 
Tills  the  deep  twilight  calm  ! 

Not  yet  his  blossom-wreath 
Of  beams  from  climes  beneath, 
The  happy  sun  has  bound 
These  mountain-peaks  around ; 
Hardly  yon  cloudlet  high 
Has  caught  the  radiancy. 

Only  the  stars  look  pale, 
As  if  some  luminous  veil 
Were  passing  o'er  their  face, 
Taking,  yet  adding  grace, 
Hiding,  yet  giving  light 
To  these  fair  gems  of  night. 


VOX  MATUTINA.  117 

The  beacon-lights  still  gleam 
Along  the  ocean-stream, 
Goes  up  no  city-smoke, 
No  city-hum  has  broke 
Earth's  sleep,  or  sounded  forth 
Another  morning's  birth. 

Shake  off  from  us  the  night, 
0  G-od  !  As  sons  of  light 
Prepare  us  for  the  day, 
That  at  the  first  faint  ray 
Of  morn  in  eastern  skies 
We  may  with  joy  arise. 

What  though  night's  silence  still 
Broods  over  plain  and  hill ; 
These  shades  will  soon  be  past, 
The  Daystar  comes  at  last, 
And  we  shall  welcome  him 
With  our  clear  morning  hymn. 


HEAR  MY  CRY. 

0  strong  to  save  and  bless, 
My  rock  and  righteousness, 

Draw  near  to  me  ! 
Blessing,  and  joy,  and  might, 
Wisdom,  and  love,  and  light 

Are  all  with  Thee  ! 

My  refuge  and  my  rest ! 
As  child  on  mother's  breast, 

I  lean  on  Thee. 
From  faintness  and  from  fear, 
When  foes  and  ill  are  near, 

Deliver  me  ! 

Turn  not  away  thy  face, 
Withhold  not  needed  grace, 

My  fortress  be  ! 
Perils  are  round  and  round, 
Iniquities  abound, 

See,  Saviour,  see ! 


HEAR  MY  CRY  119 

Come,  G-od  and  Saviour,  come  I 
I  can  no  more  be  dumb ; 

Appeal  I  must, 
To  thee  the  gracious  One, 
Else  is  my  hope  all  gone, 

I  sink  in  dust  ! 

Oh,  answer  me,  my  God, 
Thy  love  is  deep  and  broad, 

Thy  grace  is  true  ! 
Thousands  this  grace  have  shared, 
Oh  let  me  now  be  heard, 

Oh  love  me  too  ! 

Descend  thou  mighty  love, 
Descend  from  heaven  above, 

Fill  thou  this  soul  ! 
Heal  every  bruised  part, 
Bind  up  this  broken  heart, 

And  make  me  whole  ! 

Tis  knowing  thee  that  heals ; 
'Tis  seeing  thee  that  seals 

Comfort  and  peace. 
Shew  me  thy  cross  and  hbod, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God 
Then  troubles  cease. 


HOMEWARDS. 

Dropping  down  the  troubled  rivei, 

To  the  tranquil,  tranquil  shore ; 
Dropping  down  the  misty  river, 
Time's  willow-shaded  river, 

To  the  spring-embosomed  shore ; 
Where  the  sweet  light  shineth  ever, 

And  the  sun  goes  down  no  more. 

0  wondrous,  wondrous  shore  ! 

Dropping  down  the  winding  river, 

To  the  wide  and  welcome  sea; 
Dropping  down  the  narrow  river, 
Man's  weary,  wayward  river, 

To  the  blue  and  ample  sea 
Where  no  tempest  wrecketh  ever, 

Where  the  sky  is  fair  and  free ; 

0  joyous,  joyous  sea  ! 


HOMEWARDS.  121 

Dropping  down  the  noisy  river, 

To  our  peaceful,  peaceful  home  ; 
Dropping  down  the  turbid  river, 
Earth's  bustling,  crowded  river, 

To  our  gentle,  gentle  home ; 
Where  the  rough  roar  riseth  never, 

And  the  vexings  cannot  come ; 

0  loved  and  longed  for  home  ! 

Dropping  down  the  eddying  river, 

With  a  Helmsman  true  and  tried ; 
Dropping  down  the  perilous  river, 
Mortality's  dark  river, 

With  a  sure  and  heavenly  G-uide ; 
Even  Him  who,  to  deliver 

My  soul  from  death,  hath  died ; 

0  Helmsman  true  and  tried  ! 

Dropping  down  the  rapid  river, 

To  the  dear  and  deathless  land ; 
Dropping  down  the  well-known  river, 
Life's  swoirn  and  rushing  river, 

To  the  resurrection -land; 
Where  the  living  live  for  ever, 

And  the  dead  have  joined  the  band  ; 

0  fair  and  blessed  land  ! 


I  GO  TO  LIFE. 

I  ao  to  life  and  not  to  death ; 

From  darkness  to  life's  native  sky 
I  go  from  sickness  and  from  pain 

To  health  and  immortality. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears ; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 

I  go  from  poverty  to  wealth, 

From  rags  to  raiment  angel-fair, 
From  the  pale  leanness  of  this  flesh 

To  beauty  such  as  saints  shall  weal 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears ; 
"Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 


I  GO  TO  LIVE.  123 

I  go  from  chains  to  liberty, 

These  fetters  will  be  broken  soon ; 
Forth  over  Eden's  fragrant  fields 

I  walk  beneath  a  glorious  noon. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears 
"Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 

For  toil  there  comes  the  crowned  rest ; 

Instead  of  burdens,  eagle's  wings ; 
And  I,  even  I,  this  life-long  thirst 

Shall  quench  at  everlasting  springs. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears  ; 
"Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 

G-od  lives !     Who  sa\s  that  I  must  die? 

I  cannot,  while  Jehovah  liveth  ! 
Christ  lives  !  I  cannot  die,  but  live ; 

He  life  to  me  for  ever  giveth. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears  ; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  youi  coniiDg  years. 


THE   BATTLE-SONG  OF   THE  CHURGIL 

Fear  not  the  foe,  thou  flock  of  G-od, 
Fear  not  the  sword,  the  spear,  the  rod, 

Fear  not  the  foe  ! 
He  fights  in  vain  who  fights  with  the© ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  see  his  armies  flee, 

Himself  laid  low. 

Come,  cheer  thee  to  the  toil  and  fight ; 
'Tis  God,  thy  God,  defends  the  right ; 

He  leads  thee  on. 
His  sword  shall  scatter  every  foe, 
His  shield  shall  ward  off  every  blow ;-  - 

The  crown  is  won. 

His  is  the  battle,  His  the  power, 
His  is  the  triumph  in  that  hour ; 

In  Him  be  strong. 
So  round  thy  brow  the  wreath  shall  twine, 
So  shall  the  victory  be  thine, 

And  thine  tie  song. 


THE  BATTLE-SONG  OF  THE  CHURCH.       125 

Not  long  the  sigh,  the  toil,  the  sweat, 
Not  long  the  fight-day's  wasting  heat ; 

The  shadows  come 
Slack  not  thy  weapon  in  the  fight ; 
Courage  !  for  G-od  defends  the  right ; 

Strike  home !  strike  home ! 


PASS  OYER  TO  THY  REST. 

From  this  bleak  hill  of  storms, 
To  yon  warm  sunny  heights, 
Where  love  for  ever  shines, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 
The  rest  of  God  ! 

From  hunger  and  from  thirst, 
From  toil  and  weariness, 
From  shadows  and  from  dreams, 
Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 
The  rest  of  God  ! 

From  tides,  and  winds,  and  waves, 
From  shipwrecks  of  the  deep, 
From  parted  anchors  here, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 
The  rest  of  God  ! 


PASS  OVER  TO  THY  REST.  127 

From  weakness  and  from  pain, 
From  trembling  and  from  strife, 
From  watchings  and  from  fears, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 

The  rest  of  God  ! 

From  vanity  and  lies, 
From  mockery  and  snares, 
From  disappointed  hopes, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 

The  rest  of  God  ! 

From  falsehoods  of  the  age, 
From  broken  ties  and  hearts, 
From  suns  gone  down  at  noon, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 

The  rest  of  God  ! 

From  unrealities, 

From  hollow  scenes  of  change, 

From  ache  and  emptiness, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 

The  rest  of  God  ! 


128  PASS  OVER  TO  THY  REST. 

From  this  unanchored  world, 
Whose  morrow  none  can  tell, 
From  all  things  restless  here, 

Pass  over  to  thy  rest, 
The  rest  of  God  I 


HE  LIVETH  LONG  WHO  LIVETH  WELL. 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well ! 

All  other  life  is  short  and  vain  ; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  living  most  for  heavenly  gain. 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well ! 

All  else  is  being  flung  away ; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  true  things  truly  done  each  day 

Waste  not  thy  being ;  back  to  Him, 
Who  freely  gave  it,  freely  give, 

Else  is  that  being  but  a  dream, 
'Tis  but  to  5e,  and  not  to  live. 

Be  wise,  and  use  thy  wisdom  well ; 

Who  wisdom  speaks  must  live  it  too ; 
He  is  the  wisest  who  can  tell 

How  first  he  lived,  then  spoke,  the  true. 

i 


180  HE  LIVETH  LONG  WHO  LIVETH  WELL. 

Be  what  thou  seemest ;  live  thy  creed ; 

Hold  up  to  earth  the  torch  divine  ; 
Be  what  thou  prayest  to  be  made  ; 

Let  the  great  Master's  steps  be  thine. 

Fill  up  each  hour  with  what  will  last; 

Buy  up  the  moments  as  they  go ; 
The  life  above,  when  this  is  past, 

Is  the  ripe  fruit  of  life  below. 

Sow  truth  if  thou  the  true  wouldst  reap ; 

Who  sows  the  false  shall  reap  the  vain ; 
Erect  and  sound  thy  conscience  keep ; 

From  hollow  words  and  deeds  refrain. 

Sow  love  and  taste  its  fruitage  pure ; 

Sow  peace,  and  reap  its  harvest  bright ; 
Sow  sunbeams  on  the  rock  and  moor, 

And  find  a  harvest-home  of  light. 


THE  SELF-CHALLENGE 

Up,  drowsy  hopes  and  loves ! 

So  slow  to  rise, 
And  pass  above  this  ring  of  lower  air, 
To  the  wide  circle  of  the  pure  and  fair, 

God's  upper  skies ! 

Wake,  sluggish  soul  of  mine ! 

So  slow  to  break 
The  fond  old  dreams  of  long,  long  summer-bloom, 
The  dear  deception  of  an  earthly  home ; — 

Awake,  awake ! 

Laden  with  life's  thick  clay, 

Clinging  to  dust, 
Thou  fightest  against  Him  who  fights  for  thee, 
Thou  claspest  still  thy  bonds  and  misery  ; — 

Yet  rise  thou  must  1 


132  THE  SELF-CHALLESTOE- 

Thy  treasure  is  above ! 

Dost  thou  repine  ? 
Thy  dross  is  changed  to  gold,  thy  gold  to  dross, 
Thy  loss  to  gain,  and  all  thy  gain  to  loss ; — ' 

God's  wealth  is  thine  ! 

Thy  shelter  is  the  cross ! 

Thy  peace  the  blood ; 
Thy  light  and  guide  the  pillar-cloud  above ; 
Thy  resting-place  the  everlasting  love 

Of  God,  thy  God  ! 

Thy  covert  is  the  shade 

Of  heavenly  wings  ; 
Thy  trustiest  counsellor  and  bosom-friend, 
Who  loveth,  and  will  love  thee  to  the  end, 

Is  King  of  kings. 

Foe  of  thy  foes  is  He ; 

Thy  shield  and  sword  ; 
He  takes  thy  side  against  the  proud  and  strong, 
He  keeps  thee  from  the  spoiler's  hate  and  wrong, 

Thy  God  and  Lordl 


THE  SELF-CHALLENGE.  133 

No  ill  can  thee  betide  ; 

Life's  shadiest  mood 
Brightens  to  sunshine  in  love's  genial  ray, 
And  sorrow's  slowest  clouds  dissolve  in  day; — 

All  ill  is  good. 

Cheer  up  then,  silent  soul, 

Press  blithely  on ; 
"Watch  not  the  clouds,  nor  shiver  in  the  showers. 
Heed  not  the  shadows,  neither  count  the  hours, 

Till  heaven  be  won. 

Work  and  deny  thyself  ; 

Take  up  thy  cross ; 
Follow  the  Master  wheresoe'er  He  leads, 
Be  a  disciple  not  in  words  but  deeds : 

Shrink  not  from  loss. 

Count  well,  count  well  the  cost, 

Nor  grudge  to  pay  ; 
Be  it  reproach,  or  toil,  or  pain,  or  stiife, 
Be  it  the  loss  of  all, — gold,  fame,  and  life  ;— 

The  end  is  day ! 


THE  CHRIST  OF  GOD. 

To  know  the  Christ  of  God, 

The  everlasting  Son ; 
To  know  what  He  on  earth, 
For  guilty  man  has  done : 
This  is  the  first  and  last 

Of  all  that's  true  and  wise  ; 
The  circle  that  contains  all  light 
Beneath,  above,  the  skies. 

Father,  unseal  my  eyes, 
Unveil  my  veiled  heart, 

Eeveal  this  Christ  to  me  ! 

The  Christ,  the  Incarnate  Son, 
The  Christ,  the  eternal  Word  ; 

The  Christ,  heaven's  glorious  King, 
The  Christ,  earth's  coming  Lord. 


THE  CHRIST  OF  GOD.  135 

The  Christ,  the  sum  of  all 

Jehovah's  power  and  grace, 
God's  treasure-house  oi  truth  and  love, 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

Father,  unseal  my  eyes, 
Unveil  my  veiled  heart, 

Keveal  this  Christ  to  me  I 

The  Christ  who  took  man's  flesh ; 

Who  lived  man's  life  below; 
Who  died  man's  death  for  man, — 

The  death  of  shame  and  woe. 
The  Christ  who,  from  the  Cross, 

Descended  to  man's  grave, 
Then  rose  in  victory  and  joy, 
Mighty  to  bless  and  save  ! 

Father,  unseal  my  eyes, 
Unveil  my  veiled  heart, 
Beveal  this  Christ  to  me ! 


FOR  LACK  OF  LOVR 

For  lack  of  love  I  languish, 
For  lack  of  light  I  pine  ; 

Good  Jesu,  soothe  my  anguish, 
And  heal  this  soul  of  mine ; 

This  soul  whose  only  rest 

Is  on  thy  soft  and  loving  breast. 

From  lack  of  strength  I'm  sinking, 
0  give  me  strength  divine  ; 

And  let  me  still  be  drinking, 
Each  day,  the  heavenly  wine ; 

The  wine  that  cheers  the  heart 

And  bids  its  feebleness  depart. 

For  lack  of  faith  I'm  failing, 
Hand,  heart,  and  head  are  low; 

Exulting  and  prevailing, 
Comes  on  my  hellish  foe. 

Make  haste,  0  Mighty  One, 

Help,  Jesu,  or  my  faith  is  gone. 


FOR  LACK  OF  LOVE.  137 

For  lack  of  joy  I'm  losing 

All  heart  to  work  for  thee  ; 
At  every  pore  out-oozing, 

Life  goeth  fast  from  me. 
Give  back  my  joy  and  light, 
Lest  all  with  these  should  take  their  flight. 

How  little  have  I  known  thee, 

Still  less  have  served  and  loved ; 
Yet  still  I  own,  I  own  thee, 

0  keep  my  soul  unmoved. 
Teach  me  true  service  here, 
The  service  of  true  love  and  fear. 

I  bargain  not  for  blessing, 

1  leave  that  to  thy  will ; 

But  keep  me  from  transgressing, 

0  keep  me  faithful  still. 
0  keep  me  true  to  thee, 
Unchanged  in  fervent  loyalty. 

All  that  I  need  thou  knowest, 

Beyond  what  I  can  tell ; 
And  all  these  thou  bestowest ; 

Oh  this  contents  me  well  1 
In  thy  wise  giving  thus  I  rest, 
Knowing  how  surely  I  am  blest. 


THE  SIN  AND  THE  SINBEARER. 

Humanity  hath  sinned  ! 

Not  Adam,  but  the  race  has  met  its  fall ; 
Life  has  gone  out  from  earth, 

"Who  shall  that  life  recall  ? 

He  only  who  is  man  ! 

Man  and  yet  God, — he  can  undo  the  fall 
True  flesh  and  blood  of  earth, 

He  can  that  life  recall. 

Creation  has  been  struck  ! 

Not  Eden,  but  the  universal  earth  ; 
All  things  beneath  the  sun 

Are  smitten  from  their  birth. 

He  only  loves  and  saves  ! 

"Whose  cross  hath  borne  creation's  deadly  wrong ; 
Whose  blood  shall  purge  away 

Creation's  stains  ere  long. 


THE  SIN  AND  THE  SINBEAREK.  139 

He,  the  last  Adam,  lives  ! 

He  died,  was  buried,  and  yet  liveth  still ; 
Victor  o'er  hellish  hate, 

Victor  o'er  human  ill  I 

His  life  is  life  for  us  ! 

His  joy,  his  crown,  his  glory  are  our  own*, 
For  us  he  fought  the  fight, 

For  us  he  won  the  throne, 


IS  THIS  ALL? 

Sometimes  I  catch  sweet  glimpses  of  his  face. 

But  that  is  all. 
Sometimes  he  looks  on  me  and  seems  to  smile, 

But  that  is  all. 
Sometimes  he  speaks  a  passing  word  of  peace, 

But  that  is  all. 
Sometimes  I  think  I  hear  his  loving  voice 

Upon  me  call. 

And  is  this  all  he  meant  when  thus  he  spoke,- 

"  Come  unto  me  ?  " 
Is  there  no  deeper,  more  enduring  rest 

In  him  for  thee  ? 
Is  there  no  steadier  light  for  thee  in  him  ? 

0  come  and  see. 

0  come  and  see  !  0  look,  and  look  again ; 

All  shall  be  right ; 
Oh  taste  his  krvc,  and  see  that  it  is  good, 

Thou  child  of  night. 


IS  THIS  ALL  ?  141 

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Oh  trust  thou,  trust  thou  in  his  grace  and  power, 
Then  all  is  bright. 

Nay,  do  not  wrong  him  by  thy  heavy  thoughts, 

But  love  his  love. 
Do  thou  full  justice  to  his  tenderness, 

His  mercy  prove ; 
Take  him  for  what  he  is  ;  0  take  him  all, 

And  look  above  ! 

Then  shall  thy  tossing  soul  find  anchorage, 

And  stedfast  peace ; 
Thy  love  shall  rest  on  his  ;  thy  weary  doubta 

For  ever  cease. 
Thy  heart  shall  find  in  him,  and  in  his  grace, 

Its  rest  and  bliss  ! 

Christ  and  his  love  shall  be  thy  blessed  all 

For  evermore  ! 
Christ  and  his  light  shall  shine  on  all  thy  ways 

For  evermore  ! 
Christ  and  his  peace  shall  keep  thy  troubled  soul 

For  evermore  I 


THE  GREAT  MESSAGE. 


"  Quo  vos  magistri  gloria,  quo  salus 
Invitat  orbis,  sancta  cohors  Dei 
Portate  verbum."  Old  Hymn. 


Apostles  of  the  risen  Christ,  go  forth  ! 

Let  love  compel. 
Go,  and  in  risen  power  proclaim  his  worth, 
O'er  every  region  of  the  dead,  cold  earth, — - 

His  glory  tell  ! 

Tell  how  he  lived,  and  toiled,  and  wept  below , 

Tell  all  his  love  ; 
Tell  the  dread  wonders  of  his  awful  woe  ; 
Tell  how  he  fought  our  fight,  and  smote  our  foo, 

Then  rose  above  ! 

Tell  how  in  weakness  he  was  crucified, 

But  rose  in  power ; 
Went  up  on  high,  accepted,  glorified ; 
News  of  his  victory  spread  far  and  wide, 

From  hour  to  hour. 


THE  GREAT  MESSAGE.  143 

Tell  how  he  sits  at  the  right  hand  of  G-od 

In  glory  bright, 
Making  the  heaven  of  heavens  his  glad  abode 
Tell  how  he  cometh  with  the  iron  rod 

His  foes  to  smite. 

Tell  how  his  kingdom  shall  thro*  ages  stand, 

And  never  cease ; 
Spreading  like  sunshine  over  every  land, 
All  nations  bowing  to  his  high  command, 

Great  Prince  cf  peace  ! 


THE  BETTER  WILL. 

To  have,  each  day,  the  thing  I  wish, 
Lord,  that  seems  best  to  me ; 

But  not  to  have  the  thing  I  wish, 
Lord,  that  seems  best  to  thee. 

Tis  hard  to  say  without  a  sigh, 
Lord,  let  thy  will  be  done  ; 

Tis  hard  to  say,  My  will  is  thine, 
And  thine  is  mine  alone. 

Most  truly  then  thy  will  is  done, 
When  mine,  0  Lord,  is  cross'd ; 

Tis  good  to  see  my  plans  o'erthrown. 
My  ways  in  thine  all  lost. 

Whate'er  thy  purpose  be,  0  Lord, 
In  things  or  great  or  small, 

Let  each  minutest  part  be  done, 
That  thou  may'st  still  be  alL 


THE  BETTER  WILL.  145 

In  all  the  little  thirigs  of  life, 

Thyself,  Lord,  may  I  see ; 
In  little  and  in  great  alike 

Eeveal  thy  love  to  me. 

So  shall  my  undivided  life 

To  thee,  my  G-od,  be  given ; 
And  all  this  earthly  coarse  below 

Be  one  dear  path  to  heaven, 


HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS. 

"  Quia  iniquitas 

Multum  excrescit 
Fervida  charitas 

Heu  refrigescit."— Old  Hymn. 

"  Quantum  accedit  finis  mundi  crescunt   errores,  crebrescaut 
terrores  ;  crescit  iniquitas,  crescit  infidelitas."— August. 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

The  strong  man  bows  himself, 
The  good  and  wise  are  few, 
The  standard-bearers  faint 
The  enemy  prevails. 
Help,  G-od  of  might, 
In  this  thy  Church's  night ! 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Evil  is  now  our  good, 
And  error  is  our  truth, 

Darkness  is  now  our  light, 
Iniquity  o'erflows. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
Defend,  defend  the  right  J 


HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS.  147 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Men  turn  their  ear  away 
From  the  great  voice  divine ; 
And  each  one  seeks  his  own 
Dark  oracle  of  lies. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
The  idols,  Lord,  affright  ! 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Men  slight  the  grace  divine, 
They  mock  the  glorious  love ; 
And  the  great  gift  of  God 
Is  as  a  thing  of  nought. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
The  foe  arise  and  smite  ! 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

The  blind  now  lead  the  blind, 
Man  has  become  as  God, 

The  tree  of  knowledge  now 
Bears  its  last,  ripest  fruit ! 
Help,  God  of  might, 
For  us  come  forth  and  fight  1 


148  HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS. 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  perfect  word  of  heaven 
Is  as  the  Sibyl's  scroll ; 

And  the  great  mount  of  God 
Is  as  Dodona's  shrine. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
And  in  the  dark  give  light ! 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  cross  is  growing  old, 
And  the  great  sepulchre 
Is  but  a  Hebrew  tomb ! 
The  Christ  has  died  in  vain  ! 
Help,  God  of  might, 
Else  shall  faith  perish  quite  I 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  Christ  of  ages  past 
Is  now  the  Christ  no  more ! 
Altar  and  fire  are  gone, 
The  victim  but  a  dream  ! 
Help,  God  of  might, 
Put  the  fierce  foe  to  flight  ! 


HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS.  149 

Help,  mighty  G-od  ! 

The  world  is  waxing  grey: 
And  charity  grows  chill, 
And  faith  is  at  its  ebb, 
And  hope  is  withering  1 
Help,  Grod  of  might, 
Appear  in  glory  bright  1 


CREATION  IN  EARNEST. 

0  EVER-EARNEST  SUI1  ! 

Unwearied  in  thy  work, 
Unhalting  in  thy  course, 
Unlingering  in  thy  path, 

Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways, 

That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 

0  ever-earnest  stars  ! 

Unchanging  in  your  light, 
Unfaltering  in  your  race, 
Unswerving  in  your  round, 

Teach  me  your  earnest  ways 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 


CREATION  IN  EARNEST.  151 

0  ever-earnest  earth  ! 

Doing  thy  Maker's  work, 
Fulfilling  his  great  will, 
With  all  thy  morns  and  evens, 
Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 

0  ever-earnest  streams  ! 

Flowing  still  on  and  on, 
Through  vale,  or  field,  or  moor, 
In  darkness  or  in  light, 

Teach  me  your  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 

0  ever-earnest  flowers  ! 

That  with  untiring  growth 
Shoot  up,  and  spread  abroad 
Tour  fragrance  and  your  joy, 

Teach  me  your  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 


152  CREATION  IN  EARNEST. 

0  ever-earnest  sea ! 

Constant  in  flow  and  ebb, 
Heaving  to  moon  and  sun, 
Unchanging  in  thy  change, 

Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  stedfast  work 
and  praise. 


THE  THKEE  WEEPERS. 

Sorrow  weeps  ! — 

And  drowns  its  bitterness  in  tears ; 

My  child  of  sorrow, 

Weep  out  the  fulness  of  thy  passionate  grief, 

And  drown  in  tears 

The  bitterness  of  lonely  years. 

G-od  gives  the  rain  and  sunshine  mild, 

And  both  are  best,  my  child  I 

Joy  weeps  ! — 

And  overflows  its  banks  with  tears ; 

My  child  of  joy, 

Weep  out  the  gladness  of  thy  pent-up  heart, 

And  let  thy  glistening  eyes 

Run  over  in  their  ecstasies  ; 

Life  needeth  joy ;  but  from  on  high 

Descends  what  cannot  die  ! 


154  SORROW,  JOY,  AND  LOVE. 

Lore  weeps  ! — 

And  feeds  its  silent  life  with  tears ; 

My  child  of  love, 

Pour  out  the  riches  of  thy  yearning  heart, 

And,  like  the  air  of  even, 

Give  and  take  back  the  dew  of  heaven ; 

And  let  that  longing  heart  of  thine 

Feed  upon  love  divine  I 


HE  DIED  AND  LIVES. 

I  hear  the  words  of  love, 

I  gaze  upon  the  blood, 
I  see  the  mighty  sacrifice, 

And  I  have  peace  with  God. 

Tis  everlasting  peace  ! 

Sure  as  Jehovah's  name, 
'Tis  stable  as  his  stedfast  throne, 

For  evermore  the  same. 

The  clouds  may  go  and  come, 
And  storms  may  sweep  my  sky, 

This  blood-sealed  friendship  changes  not, 
The  cross  is  ever  nigh. 

My  love  is  oftimes  low, 

My  joy  still  ebbs  and  flows, 
But  peace  with  him  remains  the  same, 

No  change  Jehovah  knows. 


156  HE  DIED  AND  LIVES. 

That  which  can  shake  the  cross 
May  shake  the  peace  it  gavo, 

Which  tells  me  Christ  has  never  died, 
Or  never  left  the  grave  ! 

Till  then  my  peace  is  sure, 
It  will  not,  cannot  yield, 

Jesus,  I  know,  has  died  and  lives, — 
On  this  firm  rock  I  build. 

I  change,  he  changes  not, 
The  Christ  can  never  die  ; 

His  love,  not  mine,  the  resting-place, 
His  truth,  not  mine,  the  tie. 

The  cross  still  stands  unchanged, 
Though  heaven  is  now  his  home, 

The  mighty  stone  is  rolled  away, 
But  yonder  is  his  tomb  ! 

And  yonder  is  my  peace, 
The  grave  of  all  my  woes  ! 

t  know  the  Son  of  G-od  has  come, 
I  know  he  died  and  rose. 


HE  DIED  AND  LIVES.  157 

I  know  he  liveth  now, 

At  God's  right  hand  above, 
I  know  the  throne  on  which  he  sits, 

I  know  his  truth  and  lovo  1 


THE  ANCHOR  WITHIN  THE  VEIL. 

Amid  the  shadows  and  the  fears 
That  overcloud  this  home  of  tears, 
Amid  my  poverty  and  sin, 
The  tempest  and  the  war  within, 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me, 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  God  ! 

Drifting  across  a  sunless  sea, 
Cold,  heavy  mist  encurtaining  me ; 
Toiling  along  life's  broken  road, 
With  snares  around  and  foes  abroad, 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me, 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  God  ! 


THE  ANCHOR  WITHIN  THE  VEIL.        159 

Mine  is  a  day  of  fear  and  strife, 
A  needy  soul,  a  needy  life, 
A  needy  world,  a  needy  age  ; 
Yet  in  my  perilous  pilgrimage, 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me, 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  God ! 

To  Thee  I  come  ; — ah,  only  thou 
Canst  wipe  the  sweat  from  off  this  hrow ; 
Thou,  only  thou  canst  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  fever  of  my  soul ; 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me, 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  Grod ! 

On  Thee  I  rest ; — thy  love  and  grace 
Are  my  sole  rock  and  resting-place, 
In  Thee,  my  thirst  and  hunger  sore 
Lord,  let  me  quench  for  evermore. 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me, 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  G-od  ! 


160         THE  ANCHOR  WITHIN  THE  VEIL. 

'Tis  earth,  not  heaven  ;  'tis  night,  not  noon ; 
The  sorrowless  is  coming  soon ; 
But  till  the  morn  of  love  appears, 
Which  ends  the  travail  and  the  team, 

I  cast  my  soul  on  Thee, 

Mighty  to  save  even  me. 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  God  t 


HE  WEPT  OVER  IT. 

Shew  me  the  tears,  the  tears  of  tender  love, 

"Wept  over  Salem  in  her  evil  day  ; 
"When  grace  and  righteousness  together  strove, 

And  grace  at  length  to  righteousness  gave  way. 

Dread  hour  of  conflict  between  law  and  love ! — 
When  not  from  tears  could'st  thou,   0  Christ, 
refrain  ; 

When  grace  went  forth  to  save,  but  like  the  dove, 
Keturned  disconsolate,  its  errand  vain. 

Theirs  the  great  woe,  yet  thine,  0  Lord,  the  deep 
And  awful  anguish  for  their  coming  fears ; 

Thou  weepedst  because  they  refused  to  weep, 
And  grief  divine  found  vent  in  human  tears. 

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162  HE  WEPT  OVER  IT. 

They  closed  the  ear  against  thy  tender  words ; 

They  chose  another  lord,  and  spurned  thy  sway ; 
Thou  would'st  have  drawn  them,  but  they  snapped 
thy  cords ; 
Thou  would'st  have  blest  them,  but  they  turned 
away. 

Thou  lovedst  them,  but  they  would  not  be  loved, 
And  human  hatred  fought  with  love  divine ; 

They  saw  thee  shed  the  tears  of  love  unmoved, 
And  mocked  the  grace  that  would  have  made  them 
thine. 

0  Son  of  God,  who  earnest  from  above 

To  take  my  flesh,  to  bear  my  bitter  cross  ; 

Shew  me  thy  tears,  thy  tears  of  tender  love. 
That  I  for  thee  may  count  all  gain  but  loss. 

That  I  may  know  thee,  and  by  thee  be  known  ; 

That  I  may  love  thee,  and  may  taste  thy  love ; 
That  I  may  win  thee,  and  in  thee  a  crown  ; 

That  I  may  rest  and  reign  with  thee  above. 


BEGIN  WITH  GOD. 

Begin  the  day  with  God  ! 

He  is  thy  sun  and  day ; 
His  is  the  radiance  of  thy  dawn, 

To  him  address  thy  lay. 

Sing  a  new  song  at  morn  ! 

Join  the  glad  woods  and  hills ; 
Join  the  fresh  winds  and  seas  and  plains, 

Join  the  bright  flowers  and  rills. 

Sing  thy  first  song  to  G-od  ! 

Not  to  thy  fellow-man  ; 
Not  to  the  creatures  of  his  hand, 

But  to  the  glorious  One. 

Awake,  cold  lips,  and  sing  ! 

Arise,  dull  knees,  and  pray ; 
Lift  up,  0  man,  thy  heart  and  eyes ; 

Brush  slothfulness  away. 


164  BEGIN  WITH  GOD. 

Look  up,  beyond  these  clouds  I 
Thither  thy  pathway  lies ; 

Mount  up,  away,  and  linger  not, 
Thy  goal  is  yonder  skies. 

Cast  every  weight  aside  ! 

Do  battle  with  each  sin ; 
Fight  with  the  faithless  world  without, 

The  faithless  heart  within. 

Take  thy  first  meal  with  G-od ! 

He  is  thy  heavenly  food ; 
Feed  with  and  on  him  ;  he  with  thee 

Will  feast  in  brotherhood. 

Take  thy  first  walk  with  God  ! 

Let  him  go  forth  with  thee ; 
By  stream  or  sea  or  mountain-path, 

Seek  still  his  company. 

Thy  first  transaction  be 
With  G-od  himself  above  ; 

So  shall  thy  business  prosper  well, 
And  all  the  day  be  love. 


WHY   WALK    IN  DARKNESS? 

Wit  walk  in  darkness  ?  Has  the  dear  light  vanished, 

That  gave  us  joy  and  day  ? 
Has  the  great  Sun  departed  ?  Has  sin  banished 

His  life-begetting  ray  ? 

Light  of  the  world  !  for  ever,  ever  shining ; 

There  is  no  change  in  thee  ; 
True  light  of  life,  all  joy  and  health  enshrining, 

Thou  canst  not  fade  nor  flee. 

Thou  hast  arisen  ;  but  thou  descendest  never; 

To  day  shines  as  the  past ; 
All  that  thou  wast,  thou  art,  and  shalt  be  ever  ;— 

Brightness  from  first  to  last  ! 


"CJ 


Night  visits  not  thy  sky,  nor  storm,  nor  sadness ; 

Day  fills  up  all  its  blue  : 
Unfailing  beauty,  and  unfaltering  gladness, 


And  love,  for  ever  new  ! 


166  WHY  WALK  IN  DARKNESS? 

Why  walk  in  darkness?  Our  true  light  yet  shineth, 

It  is  not  night  but  day  ! 
All  healing  and  all  peace  his  light  eoshrineth, 

Why  shun  his  loving  ray  ? 

Are  night  and  shadows  better,  truer,  dearer, 

Than  day  and  joy  and  love  ? 
Do  tremblings  and  misgivings  bring  us  nearer 

To  the  great  God  of  love  ? 

Light  of  the  world  !  undimming  and  unsetting, 

Oh  shine  each  mist  away ! 
Banish  the  fear,  the  falsehood,  and  the  fretting, 

Be  our  unchanging  day ! 


THE  VOICE  OF  THE  BELOVED. 

Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  glory  calls  ! 

I  would  not,  even  though  I  might,  delay. 
Like  a  home-greeting  the  glad  summons  falls, 

And  I,  unloitering  now,  must  haste  away. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  mountain  calls  1 
The  hill  of  incense,  where  the  gentle  day 

Eises  in  halm,  and  night  no  more  enthrals 
The  captive  earth,  in  its  bewildering  sway. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  city  calls  ! 

Oh  joy  at  last  to  hear  the  song  of  day  ! 
It  steals  all  sweetly  down  from  these  bright  walls, 

And  bids  these  cloudy  thoughts  and  dreams  give 
way. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  palace  calls  ! 

He  bids  me  quit  these  cells  of  crumbling  clay ; 
DoflP  the  sad  sable  of  these  earthly  palls, 

And  join  the  joy  of  the  immortal  lay. 


168  THE  VOICE  OF  THE  BELOVED. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  feast-board  calls  ! 

The  Bridegroom  bids  his  Bride  no  longer  stay ; 
Upward  he  beckons  to  the  royal  halls, 

To  bask  in  royal  love  and  light  for  aye. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  his  vineyard  calls  ! 

Winter  is  past,  now  breathes  the  fragrant  May ; 
The  desert-fasts  are  o'er,  and  festivals 

Begin ;  my  love,  arise  and  come  away. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  temple  calls  ! 

And  I,  his  priest,  with  willing  feet,  obey. 
With  stole,  and  crown,  and  censer,  he  instals 

His  risen  priesthood  in  their  new  array. 

Oh  call,  Beloved  ! — Heavenly  Bridegroom  call! 

Am  I  not  listening  for  the  long-loved  voice  ? 
Oh  keep  not  silence  !  Call,  Beloved,  call, 

And  bid  this  longing  heart  at  length  rejoice  I 


THE  NEW  SONG. 

Beyond  the  hills  where  suns  go  down, 
And  brightly  beckon  as  they  go ; 

I  see  the  land  of  far  renown, 

The  land  which  I  so  soon  shall  knew. 

Above  the  dissonance  of  time, 
And  discord  of  its  angry  words, 

I  hear  the  everlasting  chime, 
The  music  of  unjarring  chords. 

I  bid  it  welcome  ;  and  my  haste 
To  join  it  cannot  brook  delay; — 

0  song  of  morning,  come  at  last, 
And  ye  who  sing  it,  come  away  ! 

0  song  of  light,  and  dawn,  and  bliss, 
Sound  over  earth,  and  fill  these  skies, 

Nor  ever,  ever,  ever  cease 

Thy  soul-entrancing  melodies. 


170  THE  NEW  SONG. 

Glad  song  of  this  disburdened  earth, 
Which  holy  voices  then  shall  sing ; 

Praise  for  creation's  second  birth, 
And  glory  to  creation's  King  I 


BLESS  THE  LORD. 


"  Laudet  Deum  omnis  os, 
Quia  patet  nova  dos, 
De  excel  so  eadit  ros, 
Et  in  terra  crescit  flos 
Cnjus  odor  sanat  nos." 

Htmnus  DE  VlTA  CHEISTl. 


Speak,  lips  of  mine  ! 

And  tell  abroad 

The  praises  of  thy  G-od. 
Speak,  stammering  tongue  ! 

In  gladdest  tone, 

Make  his  high  praises  known. 

Speak,  sea  and  earth  ! 
Heaven's  utmost  star 
Speak  from  your  realms  afar ! 

Take  up  the  note, 

And  send  it  round 
Creation's  farthest  bound. 


172  BLESS  THE  L0R1>. 

Speak,  heaven  of  heavens  ! 
Wherein  our  God 
Has  made  his  bright  abode. 

Speak,  angels  speak ! 
In  songs  proclaim 
His  everlasting  name. 

Speak,  son  of  dust ! 
Thy  flesh  he  took, 
And  heaven  for  thee  forsook 

Speak,  child  of  death  ! 
Thy  death  he  died, 
Bless  thou  the  Crucifiod  ! 


THE  CRY  OF  THE  WEARY. 

0  Light  of  light,  shine  in  ! 
Cast  out  this  night  of  sin  ; 

Create  true  day  within ; 

0  Light  of  light,  shine  in  1 

0  Joy  of  joys,  come  in  ! 

End  thou  this  grief  of  sin  ; 

Create  calm  peace  within  j 
0  Joy  of  joys,  come  in  ! 

0  Life  of  life,  pour  in  ! 
Expel  this  death  of  sin  ; 

Awake  true  life  within  ; 

0  Life  of  life,  pour  in  ! 

0  Love  of  love,  flow  in  ! 
This  hateful  root  of  sin 

Pluck  up,  destroy  within  ; 

0  Love  of  love,  flow  in  i 


174  THE  CRY  OF  THE  WEARY. 

0  Heaven  of  heavens,  descend  ! 

This  cloudy  curtain  rend, 

And  all  earth's  turmoil  end, 
0  Heaven  of  heavens,  descend ! 

My  G-od  and  Lord,  Oh  come  ! 
Of  joys  the  Joy  and  Sum, 

Make  in  this  heart  thy  home ; 

My  God  and  Lord,  Oh  come  1 


NCI  WHAT  THESE  HANDS  HAVE  DONE. 

Not  what  these  hands  have  done 

Can  save  this  guilty  soul ; 
Not  what  this  toiling  flesh  has  borne 

Can  make  my  spirit  whole. 

Not  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  G-od  ; 

Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 
Can  bear  my  awful  load. 

Thy  work  alone,  0  Christ, 

Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin  ; 
Thy  blood  alone,  0  Lamb  of  G-od, 

Can  give  me  peace  within. 

Thy  love  to  me,  0  G-od, 

Not  mine,  0  Lord,  to  thee, 
Can  rid  me  of  this  dark  unrest, 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 


176  NOT  WHAT  THESE  HANDS  HAVE  DONE. 

Thy  grace  alone,  0  God, 
To  me  can  pardon  speak ; 

Thy  power  alone,  0  Son  of  G-od, 
Can  this  sore  bondage  break. 

No  other  work,  save  thine, 
No  meaner  blood  will  do  ; 

No  strength,  save  that  which  is  divine, 
Can  bear  me  safely  through. 

I  bless  the  Christ  of  God ; 

I  rest  on  love  divine  ; 
And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 

I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

His  cross  dispels  each  doubt ; 

I  bury  in  his  tomb 
Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 

Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

I  praise  the  G-od  of  grace ; 

I  trust  his  truth  and  might ; 
He  calls  me  his,  I  call  him  mine. 

My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 


KOT  WHAT  THESE  HANDS  HAVE  DONE.  177 

In  him  is  only  good, 

In  me  is  only  ill ; 
My  ill  but  draws  his  goodness  forth, 

And  me  he  loveth  still. 

'Tis  he  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives  ; 
I  love  because  he  loveth  me, 

I  live  because  he  lives. 

My  life  with  him  is  hid, 

My  death  has  passed  away, 
My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 

My  midnight  into  day. 


GOLD  AND  THE  HEART 

Gold  filleth  none ! 

That  which  has  life 

Alone  can  fill  the  living; 

That  which  has  love 

Alone  can  fill  the  loving. 

G-old  is  not  life  or  love; 

It  is  not  rest  or  joy ; 

It  withers  up  the  heart, 

It  shrivels  up  the  soul ; 

It  filleth  coffers,  hearts  it  cannot  fill. 

Gold  healeth  none ! 

It  has  no  balm  for  wounds, 

It  binds  no  broken  hearts, 

It  smooths  no  ruffled  brow, 

It  calms  no  inner  storm. 

It  cannot  buy  from  heaven 

One  drop  of  rain  or  dew, 

One  beam  of  sun  or  star, 

Far  less  the  heavenly  shower, 

Or  light,  that  has  the  healing  in  its  wing«. 


SANCTA  THERESA. 

"Milii  oppidum  career,  et  solitudo  Paradisus  est." — JEROME. 

"  0  quoties  in  eremo  constitutus,  putabam  me  Romania  interesse 
deliciis.  .  .  Ille  ego  qui  ob  gehennae  metum  tali  me  carcere  dam- 
naveram ,  ssepe  choris  intereram  puellarum.  Pallebant  ora  j  ejuniis, 
et  mens  desideriis  sestuabat,  .  .  sola  libidinum  incendia  bulliebant. 
Sunt  qui  humore  cellularum,  immoderatisque  jejuniis,  t*dio 
eolitudinis,  ac  nimia  lectione,  vertuntur  in  melancholiam." — IDEM. 

This  is  no  heaven ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  heaven  was  here, 

This  life  the  foretaste  of  a  life  more  dear ; 

That  all  "beyond  this  convent-cell 

"Was  hnt  a  fairer  hell ; 

That  all  was  ecstasy  and  song  within, 

That  all  without  was  tempest,  gloom,  and  sin. 

Ah  me,  it  is  not  sof 

This  is  no  heaven,  I  know ! 

This  is  not  rest ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  rest  was  here, 
Within  these  walls  the  medicine  and  the  cheer 
For  broken  hearts ;  that  all  without 
"Was  trembling,  weai  mess,  and  doubt ; 


180  SANCTA  THERESA. 

This  the  sure  ark  which  floats  above  the  wave, 
Strong  in  life's  flood  to  shelter  and  to  save ; 
This  the  still  mountain-lake, 
"Which  winds  can  never  shake. 
Ah  me,  it  is  not  so, 
This  is  not  rest,  I  know ! 

This  is  not  light ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  light  was  here  — 

Light  of  the  holier  sphere  ; 

That,  through  this  lattice  seen, 

Clearer  and  more  serene, 

The  clear  stars  ever  shone, 

Shining  for  me  alone ; 

And  the  bright  moon  more  bright, 

Seen  in  the  lone  blue  night 

By  ever-watching  eyes, 

The  sun  of  convent-skies. 

Ah  me,  it  is  not  so, 

This  is  not  light,  I  know  ! 

This  is  not  love  ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  love  was  here, 
Sweetening  the  silent  atmosphere  ; 


SANCTA  THERE8A.  181 

All  green,  without  a  faded  leaf, 

All  smooth,  without  a  fret,  or  cross,  or  grief; 

Fresh  as  young  May, 

Yet  calm  as  Autumn's  softest  day. 

No  balm  like  convent-air, 

No  hues  of  Paradise  so  fair  ! 

A  jealous,  peevish,  hating  world  beyond, 

Within,  love's  loveliest  bond  ; 

Envy  and  discord  in  the  haunts  of  men, 

Here,  Eden's  harmony  again. 

Ah  me,  it  is  not  so, 

Here  is  no  love,  I  know ! 

This  is  not  home  ! 

And  yet  for  this  I  left  my  girlhood's  bower, 

Shook  the  fresh  dew  from  April's  budding  flower, 

Cut  off  my  golden  hair, 

Forsook  the  dear  and  fair, 

And  fled,  as  from  a  serpent's  eyes, 

Home  and  its  holiest  charities ; 

Instead  of  all  things  beautiful, 

Took  this  decaying  skull, 

Hour  after  hour  to  feed  my  eye, 

As  if  foul  gaze  like  this  could  purify ; 


182  SANCTA  THERESA. 

Broke  the  sweet  ties  that  G-od  had  given, 

And  sought  to  win  his  heaven 

By  leaving  home-work  all  undone, 

The  home-race  all  unrun, 

The  fair  home-garden  all  untill'd, 

The  home-affections  all  unfill'd  ; 

As  if  these  common  rounds  of  work  and  lovo 

Were  drags  to  one  whose  spirit  soared  above 

Life's  tame  and  easy  circle,  and  who  fain 

Would  earn  her  crown  by  self-sought  toil  and  paid 

Led  captive  by  a  mystic  power, 

Dazzled  by  visions  in  the  moody  hour, 

When,  sick  of  earth,  and  self,  and  vanity, 

I  longed  to  be  alone  or  die  ; 

Mocked  by  my  own  self-brooding  heart, 

And  plied  with  every  wile  and  art 

That  could  seduce  a  young  and  yearning  soul 

To  start  for  some  mysterious  goal, 

And  seek,  in  cell  or  savage  waste, 

The  cure  of  blighted  hope  and  love  misplaced 
*  *  *  *  * 

Yet  'tis  not  the  hard  bed,  nor  lattice  small, 
Nor  the  dull  damp  of  this  cold  convent- wall ; 
'Tis  not  the  frost  on  these  thick  prison-bars, 


SANCTA  THERESA,  183 

Nor  the  keen  shiver  of  these  wintry  stars ; 

Not  this  coarse  raiment,  nor  this  coarser  food, 

Nor  bloodless  lip  of  withering  womanhood ; 

'Tis  not  all  these  that  make  me  sigh  and  fret, 

'Tis  something  deeper  yet, — 

The  unutterable  void  within, 

The  dark  fierce  warfare  with  this  heart  of  sin, 

The  inner  bondage,  fever,  storm,  and  woe, 

The  hopeless  conflict  with  my  hellish  foe, 

'Gainst  whom  this  grated  lattice  is  no  shield, 

To  whom  this  cell  is  victory's  chosen  field. 
*  *  *  *  * 

Here  is  no  balm 

For  stricken  hearts ;  no  calm 

For  fevered  souls ;  no  cure 

For  minds  diseased  ;  the  impure 

Becomes  impurer  in  this  stagnant  air ; 

My  cell  becomes  my  tempter  and  my  snare, 

And  vainer  dreams  than  e'er  I  dreamt  before 

Crowd  in  at  its  low  door. 

And  have  I  fled,  my  God,  from  thee, 

From  thy  glad  love  and  liberty ; 

And  left  the  road  where  blessings  fall  like  light, 

For  self-made  by-paths  shaded  o'er  with  night  ? 


1  84  SANCTA  THERESA, 

Oh  lead  me  back,  my  Glod, 

To  the  forsaken  road, 

Life's  common  beat,  that  there, 

Even  in  the  midst  of  toil  and  care 

I  may  find  thee, 

And  in  thy  love  be  free ! 


LORD,  THOU  ART  MINE. 

"  Si  me  laves  mox  mundabor, 
Nisi  sanas  non  curabor." — OLD  HTMK, 

Lord,  thou  art  mine, 
Send  help  to  me ! 
Christ,  I  am  thine, 
Deliver  me  ! 

Then  shall  I  praise,  and  sing, 

"  My  soul,  bless  thou  thy  G-od  and  King." 

Mercies  are  thine> 

Remember  me  ! 

Sad  sins  are  mine, 

Oh  pardon  me  ! 

Then  shall  I  praise,  and  sing, 

"  My  soul,  bless  thou  thy  God  and  King." 


186  LORD,  THOU  ART  MINE 

Goodness  is  thine. 
Lord,  pity  mo ; 
Evil  is  mine, 
Forsake  not  me  I 

Then  shall  I  praise,  and  sing, 

"  My  soul,  bless  thou  thy  G-od  and  King/ 

All  light  is  thine, 

Oh  shine  on  me  I 
Darkness  is  mine, 
Enlighten  me  ! 

Then  shall  I  praise,  and  sing, 

"  My  soul,  bless  thou  thy  G-od  and  King/ 

True  life  is  thine, 

Breathe  it  on  me ; 
All  death  is  mine, 
Oh  quicken  me ! 

Then  shall  I  praise,  and  sing, 

"  My  soul,  bless  thou  thy  G-od  and  King/ 


SMOOTH  EVERT  WAVE. 

Smooth  every  wave  this  heart  within ; 

Let  no  dark  tempest  gather  here  ; 
Calm  every  ripple,  till  my  sea 

Be,  like  the  polished  silver,  fair. 

One  word  of  old  still'd  raging  wind, 

And  "  Peace,  be  still,"  subdued  the  wave; 

Let  that  dear  word  again  be  heard, 
And  let  the  tempest  cease  to  rave. 

Jesu  !  thy  word  is  mighty  still, 
Creation  knows  it ;  let  his  heart 

Know  it  in  all  its  grace  and  power, 
Till  every  tumult  thence  depart. 


LET  US  GO  FOKTH. 
Heb.  xiii.  13. 

Silent,  like  men  in  solemn  haste, 
Girded  wayfarers  of  the  waste, 
We  pass  out  at  the  world's  wide  gate, 
Turning  our  back  on  all  its  state ; 
We  press  along  the  narrow  road 
That  leads  to  life,  to  bliss,  to  God. 

We  cannot  and  we  would  not  stay ; 

We  dread  the  snares  that  throng  the  way, 

We  fling  aside  the  weight  and  sin, 

Resolved  the  victory  to  win ; 

We  know  the  peril,  but  our  eyes 

Rest  on  the  splendour  of  the  prize. 

No  idling  now,  no  wasteful  sleep, 
From  Christian  toil  our  limbs  to  keep; 
No  shrinking  from  the  desperate  fight 
No  thought  of  yielding  or  of  flight, 
No  love  of  present  gain  or  ease, 
No  seeking  man  nor  self  to  please. 


LET  US  GO  FORTH.  189 

No  sorrow  for  the  loss  of  fame, 
No  dread  of  scandal  on  our  name  ; 
No  terror  for  the  world's  sharp  scorn. 
No  wish  that  taunting  to  return ; 
No  hatred  can  our  hatred  move, 
And  enmity  hut  kindles  love. 

No  sigh  for  laughter  left  behind, 
Or  pleasures  scattered  to  the  wind, 
No  looking  hack  on  Sodom's  plains, 
No  listening  still  to  Babel's  strains, 
No  tears  for  Egypt's  song  and  smile, 
No  thirsting  for  its  flowing  Nile. 

No  vanity  nor  folly  now ; 

No  fading  garland  round  our  brow, 

No  moody  musings  in  the  grove, 

No  pang  of  disappointed  love, 

With  the  brave  heart  and  steady  eye, 

We  onward  march  to  victory. 

What  though  with  weariness  oppressed  ? — 
'Tis  but  a  little,  and  we  rest. 
This  throbbing  heart  and  burning  brain 
Will  soon  be  calm  and  cool  again. 
Night  is  far  spent  and  morn  is  near, — 
Morn  of  the  cloudless  and  the  clear ; 


190  LET  US  GO  FORTH. 

Tis  but  a  little,  and  we  come 

To  our  reward,  our  crown,  our  home  ! 

Another  year,  it  may  be  less, 

And  we  have  cross'd  the  wilderness, 

FiDish'd  the  toil,  the  rest  begun, 

The  battle  fought,  the  triumph  won  ! 

We  grudge  not,  then,  the  toil,  the  way ; 

Its  ending  is  the  endless  day  ! 

We  shrink  not  from  these  tempests  keen, 

With  little  of  the  calm  between  ; 

We  welcome  each  descending  sun ; — 

Ere  morn,  our  joy  may  be  begun  ! 


THOU  BELIEVEST?    WHAT  THEN? 

Art  thou  a  saint  ?     And  doth 

Thy  God  thee  own  ? 
Call  thee  a  child,  an  heir,  a  chosen  one, 
One  with  himself  and  his  beloved  Son, 

Heir  of  his  crown  ? 

Hast  thou  the  love  of  Christ 

Thy  Saviour  known  ? — 
The  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  the  rich  grace 
That  stooped  to  poverty  and  death,  to  place 

Thee  on  his  throne  ? 

Know'st  thou  the  Christ  of  G-od  ? 

His  cross  and  love  ? 
Then  art  thou  severed  from  this  drossy  earth, 
Linked  to  the  city  of  thy  better  birth, 

The  land  above  ! 


192  THC  V  BELIKVEST  ?      WHAT  THEN  ? 

Dead,  yet  alive,  thou  art ; 

Alive  yet  dead ; 
Thy  old  life  buried  in  thy  Surety's  tomb, 
Thy  new  life  hid  in  God  'bove  death  and  doom, 

With  Christ  thy  Head  ! 

Thy  life  is  not  below  ; 

'Tis  all  on  high  ! 
The  Living  One  now  lives  for  thee  above, 
The  Loving  One  now  pleads  for  thee  in  love, 

Thou  canst  not  die  ! 

Live  then  the  life  of  faith  1 

The  life  divine ; 
Live  in  and  on  this  ever-living  One, 
Who  bears  thee  on  his  heart  before  the  throne, 

His  life  is  thine  ! 

Pass  on  from  strength  to  strength, 

Faint  not  nor  yield  ; 
With  girded  loins  press  on,  the  goal  is  near, 
With  ready  sword  fight  God's  great  battle  here, 

Win  thou  the  field  ! 


THOU  BELIEVEST  ?      WHAT  THEN  ?  193 

No  rest  nor  slumber  now, 

Watch  and  be  strong  ! 
Love  is  the  smoother  of  the  rugged  way, 
And  Hope,  at  midnight,  as  in  brightest  day, 

Breaks  forth  in  song  I 


ECCE  II0M01 

Jesu,  Saviour,  Son  of  God, 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  load ; 

Breaker  of  the  captive's  chain, 
Cleanser  of  the  guilty's  stain  ; 

Thou  the  sinner's  death  hast  died, 
Thou  for  us  wast  crucified ; 

For  our  sin  thy  flesh  was  torn, 
Thou  the  penalty  hast  borne, 

Of  our  guilt,  upon  the  tree, 
Which  the  Father  laid  on  thee ! 

Saviour,  Surety,  Lamb  of  God, 
Thou  hast  bought  us  with  thy  blood ; 

Thou  hast  wiped  the  debt  away, 
Nothing  left  for  us  to  pay ; 


ECCE  HOMO.  195 

Nothing  left  for  us  to  bear, 
Nothing  left  for  us  to  share, 

But  the  pardon  and  the  bliss, 
But  the  love,  the  light,  the  peace. 

I  to  thee  will  look  and  live, 
And,  in  looking,  praises  give. 

Looking  lightens,  looking  heals, 
Looking  all  the  gladness  seals ; 

Looking  breaks  the  binding  chain, 
Looking  sets  us  free  again ; 

Looking  scatters  all  our  night, 
Makes  our  faces  shine  with  light ; 

Looking  quickens,  strengthens,  brings 
Heavenly  gladness  on  its  wings ! 

Jesu,  Saviour,  Son  of  G-od, 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  load, 


196  ECCE  HOMO. 

I  would  rise  to  thee  above, 

I  would  look,  and  praise,  and  love ; 

Ever  looking  let  me  be 

At  the  blood-besprinkled  tree, 

Blessing  thee  with  lip  and  soul, 
While  the  endless  ages  roll. 


THE  SINNER'S   BURIAL. 


"So  I  saw  the  wicked  buried,  who  had  come  and  gone  frcm  the 
place  of  the  holy ;  and  they  were  forgotten  in  the  city  where  they 
had  so  done." — Eccles.  viii.  10. 


Wrapt  in  a  Christless  shroud, 
He  sleeps  the  Christless  sleep ; 

Above  him,  the  eternal  cloud, 
Beneath,  the  fiery  deep. 

Laid  in  a  Christless  tomb, 

There,  bound  with  felon-chain, 

He  waits  the  terrors  of  his  doom, 
The  judgment  and  the  pain. 

0  Christless  shroud,  how  cold, 
How  dark,  0  Christless  tomb! 

0  grief  that  never  can  grow  old, 
0  endless,  hopeless  doom  ! 


198  the  sinner's  burial. 

0  Christless  sleep,  how  sad  ! 

What  waking  shalt  thou  know  ? 
For  thee  no  star,  no  dawning  glad, 

Only  the  lasting  woe ! 

To  rocks  and  hills  in  vain 
Shall  he  the  sinner's  call ; 

0  day  of  wrath,  and  death,  and  pain, 
The  lost  soul's  funeral ! 

0  Christless  soul,  awake 
Ere  thy  last  sleep  hegin ! 

0  Christ,  the  sleeper's  slumbers  Vreak, 
Burst  thou  the  bands  of  sin  1 


TIIE  LORD  NEEDETH  THEE. 

Jesus,  thou  needest  me, 

Even  me,  thou  Light  divine ; 

0  Son  of  God,  thou  needest  me, 
Thou  needest  sins  like  mine.  . 

Thy  fulness  needs  my  want, 

Thy  wealth  my  poverty ; 
Thy  healing  skill  my  sickness  needs, 

Thy  joy  my  misery. 

Thy  strength  my  weakness  needs, 
Thy  grace  my  worthlessness  ; 

Thy  greatness  needs  a  worm  like  me 
To  cherish  and  to  bless. 

Thy  life  needs  death  like  mine, 
To  shew  its  quickening  power ; 

Infinity  the  finite  needs, 
Th'  eternal  needs  the  hour. 


200  THE  LORD  NEEDETH  THEE. 

Earth,  with  its  vales  and  hills, 
Needeth  the  daily  sun ; 

This  daily  sun  of  ours, — it  needs 
An  earth  to  shine  upon. 

This  evil,  froward  soul 
Needeth  a  love  like  thine ; 

A  love  like  thine,  0  loving  Christ, 
Needeth  a  soul  like  mine. 

Thy  fulness,  Son  of  God, 
Thus  needy  maketh  thee ; 

Thy  glory,  0  thou  glorious  One, 
Seeketh  its  rest  in  me. 

It  was  thy  need  of  me 

That  brought  thee  from  above ; 
It  is  my  need  of  thee,  O  Lord, 

That  draws  me  to  thy  love. 


BECKON  US  UPWARD. 

Beckon  us  upward,  ever-soaring  clouds, 

That  gleam  like  fringes  of  these  curtaining  skies 

Beckon  us  up,  and,  as  ye  beckon,  draw, 
0  draw  us,  draw  us,  and  we  shall  arise ! 

Beckon  us  upward,  each  sky-loving  peak, 
Whose  home  is  far  above  these  vales  of  sin  ; 

"Tig  earth  around  us,  but  from  you  there  breaks 
A  light  which  bids  us  rise  and  enter  in. 

The  sun  is  on  your  heights !    And,  from  these  cliffs, 
It  speaks  to  us  of  love  and  glory  there  ; 

Like  some  fresh,  joyous  angel  that  alights 
To  call  us  upward  to  the  good  and  fair. 

It  says,  the  better  sun  is  just  at  hand, 

And  with  him  all  true  dayspring; — 0  great  sun, 

Sun  of  all  earth  and  heaven,  ascend  and  shine, 
And  let  this  darkness  pass,  this  right  be  done. 


202  BECKON  US  UPWARD. 

0  happy  soul,  when  this  fair  sun  shall  rise> 
And  chase  thy  darkness  with  his  light  divine  ; 

0  happy  earth,  when  this  long  day  shall  break, 
And  flood  with  glory  these  low  vales  of  tihujf 


COME,  MIGHTY  SPIRIT. 

Come,  mighty  Spirit,  penetrate 

This  heart  and  soul  of  mine ; 
And  my  whole  heing,  with  thy  graoo, 

Pervade,  0  Life  divine ! 

As  this  clear  air  surrounds  the  earth, 

Thy  grace  around  me  roll ; 
As  the  fresh  light  pervades  the  air, 

So  pierce  and  fill  my  soul. 

As,  from  these  clouds,  drops  down  in  love 

The  precious  summer  rain, 
So,  from  thyself,  pour  down  the  flood 

That  freshens  all  again. 

As  these  fair  flowers  exhale  their  scent 

In  gladness  at  our  feet, 
So  from  thyself  let  fragrance  breathe, 

More  heavenly  and  more  sweet. 


204  COMB,  MIGHTY  SPIRIT. 

Thus  life  within  our  lifeless  hearts 
Shall  make  its  glad  abode ; 

And  we  shall  shine  in  beauteous  light, 
Filled  with  the  Lght  of  God. 


IT  IS  FINISHED. 

Christ  has  done  the  mighty  work ; 

Nothing  left  for  us  to  do, 
But  to  enter  on  his  toil, 

Enter  on  his  triumph  too. 

He  has  sowed  the  precious  seed, 
Nothing  left  for  us  unsown  ; 

Ours  it  is  to  reap  the  fields, 
Make  the  harvest-joy  our  own. 

His  the  pardon,  ours  the  sin, — 
Great  the  sin,  the  pardon  great ; 

His  the  good  and  ours  the  ill, 
His  the  love  and  ours  the  hate. 

Ours  the  darkness  and  the  gloom, 
His  the  shade-dispelling  light ; 

Ours  the  cloud  and  his  the  sun, 
His  the  dayspring,  ours  the  night. 


206  IT  IS  FINISHED. 

His  the  labour,  ours  the  rest, 
His  the  death  and  ours  the  life ; 

Ours  the  fruits  of  victory, 
His  the  age  ij  and  strife. 


SOTJKCE  OF  ALL  LOVE  AND  POWEK. 

Soubce  of  all  love  and  power, 

The  soul's  true  friend  and  home ; 

Who  on  the  cross  our  foe  subdued ; 

Speak  thou  the  word,  and  let  the  good 
The  evil  overcome. 

Thou  who  didst  bid  the  day 

Burst  from  the  gloom  of  night, 
Speak,  and  the  darkness  shall  depart 
From  the  deep  midnight  of  this  heart, 
And  all  within  be  light. 

Joy  of  the  saints  in  light, 

Song  of  the  heavens  above, 
Be  thou  the  joy  of  earth  below, 
Be  thou  the  song  its  dwellers  know, 

Centre  of  bliss  and  love ! 


TO  THE  COMFORTER 

Mighty  Comforter,  to  thee 

In  our  feebleness  we  flee ; 
Oh,  unveil  thy  gracious  face, 
Spread  out  all  thy  wondrous  graoe. 

Strengthener  of  the  poor  and  weak, 
To  thy  power  for  strength  we  seek ; 
Heavenly  fulness,  from  above, 
Oh  descend  in  blessed  love. 

Patient  Teacher  of  the  blind, 
Opener  of  the  sin-seal'd  mind, 
Fix  in  us  thy  sure  abode, 
And  reveal  the  Christ  of  God. 

Guider  of  the  erring  feet 

In  the  waste  or  busy  street, 

Lead  us  thro'  life's  Babel-crowds, 
Through  its  pathless  solitudes. 


TO  THE  COMFORTER.  209 

True  Enricher  of  the  poor, 
Enter  thou  our  lowly  door ; 

Let  thy  liberal  hand  impart 

Heavenly  riches  to  our  heart. 

Looser  of  the  bonds  of  sin, 

Oh  make  haste  and  enter  in ; 

Break  each  link,  till  there  remains 
Not  one  fragment  of  our  chains. 

Loving  Spirit,  come,  Oh  come ! 
Find  in  us  thy  endless  home ; 

Find  in  this  our  world  below 

A  dwelling  for  thy  glory  now. 

Holy  Light,  upon  us  shine, 
With  thy  energy  divine ; 

Heavenly  Brightness,  break  thou  forth, 

Over  this  benighted  earth. 

With  the  eternal  Father  one, 
One  with  the  eternal  Son ; 

Eternal  Spirit,  thee  we  praise. 

Now  and  through  eternal  days. 


THE  LOVE  OP  GOD. 

0  love  that  casts  out  fear, 
0  love  that  casts  out  sin, 

Tarry  no  more  without, 

But  come  and  dwell  within. 

True  sunlight  of  the  soul, 

Surround  me  as  I  go ; 
So  shall  my  way  he  safe, 

My  feet  no  straying  know. 

Great  love  of  God,  come  in, 
Well-spring  of  heavenly  peace; 

Thou  Living  Water,  come, 
Spring  up,  and  never  cease. 

Love  of  the  living  God, 

Of  Father  and  of  Son, 
Love  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Fill  thou  each  needy  one. 


THE  LOVE  OP  GOD. 


211 


Praise  to  the  Father  give, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son  ; 

Praise  for  the  mighty  love 
Of  the  great  Three-in-one. 


ABIDE  WITH  US. 

Luke  xxiv.  29. 

Tis  evening  now ! 
0  Saviour,  wilt  not  thou 
Enter  my  home  and  heart, 
Nor  ever  hence  depart, 
Even  when  the  morning  bleaks, 
And  earth  again  awakes. 
Thou  wilt  abide  with  me, 
And  I  with  thee  ! 

The  world  is  old  ! 

Its  air  grows  dull  and  cold ; 

Upon  its  aged  face 

The  wrinkles  come  apace  ; 

Its  western  sky  is  wan, 

Its  youth  and  joy  are  gone. 

0  Master,  be  our  light, 

When  o'er  us  falls  the  night. 


ABIDE  WITH  US.  218 

Evil  is  round  ! 
Iniquities  abound ; 
Our  cottage  will  be  lone, 
When  the  great  Sun  is  gene ; 
0  Saviour,  come  and  bless, 
Come,  share  our  loneliness, 
We  need  a  comforter, 
Take  up  thy  dwelling  here. 


THE  BRIDAL  DAT. 

The  Bridegroom  comes ! 

Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake  t 
The  midnight  cry  is  heard ; 

Thy  sleep  forsake. 

The  marriage-day 

Has  come  ;  lift  up  thy  head ! 
Put  on  thy  bridal  robe, 

The  feast  is  spread. 

Shake  off  earth's  dust, 
And  wash  thy  weary  feet 

Arise,  make  haste,  go  forth, 
The  Bridegroom  greet. 

Sing  the  new  song  ! 

Thy  triumph  has  begun ; 
Thy  tears  are  wiped  away, 

Thy  night  is  done  1 


THE  OLD  STORY. 

Come  and  hear  the  grand  old  story^ 

Story  of  the  ages  past  ; 
All  earth's  annals  far  surpassing. 
Story  that  shall  ever  last. 
Noblest,  truest, 
Oldest,  newest, 
Fairest,  rarest, 
Saddest,  gladdest, 

That  this  earth  has  ever  known, 

Christ,  the  Father's  Son  eternal, 
Once  was  born,  a  Son  of  man  ; 

He,  who  never  knew  beginning, 
Here  on  earth  a  life  began. 

Here  in  David's  lowly  city, 

Teoant  of  the  manger-bed, 
Child  of  everlasting  ages, 

Mary's  infant,  lays  his  head. 


216  THE  OLD  STORY. 

There  he  lies,  in  mighty  weakness, 
David's  Lord  and  David's  Son  ; 

Creature  and  Creator  meeting, 

Heaven  and  earth  conjoined  in  one. 

Here  at  Nazareth  he  dwelleth, 

'Mid  the  sin  of  sinful  men  ; 
Sorrowful,  forlorn,  and  hated, 

And  yet  hating  none  again. 

Here  in  G-alilee  he  wanders, 

Through  its  teeming  cities  moves, 

Climbs  its  mountains,  walks  its  waters, 
Blesses,  comforts,  saves,  and  loves. 

Words  of  truth  and  deeds  of  kindness. 

Miracles  of  grace  and  might, 
Scatter  fragrance  all  around  him, 

Shine  with  heaven's  most  glorious  light. 

In  G-ethsemane  behold  him 

In  the  agony  of  prayer ; 
Kneeling,  pleading,  groaning,  bleeding, 

Soul  and  body  prostrate  there. 


THE  OLD  STORY.  217 

All  alone  he  wrestles  yonder, 
Close  beside  him  stands  the  eup, 

Bitterest  cup  that  man  e'er  tasted ; 
Yet  for  us  he  drinks  it  up. 

In  the  Boraan  hall  behold  him 
Stand  at  Pilate's  judgment-seat, 

Mocked  and  beaten,  crowned  and  wounded; 
Jew  and  G-entile  join  in  hate. 

On  to  G-olgotha  he  hastens ; 

Yonder  stands  his  cross  of  woe  ; 
From  his  hands,  and  feet,  and  forehead, 

See  the  precious  life-blood  flow. 

Sinless,  he  our  sin  is  bearing, 

All  our  sorrows  on  him  lie, 
And  his  stripes  our  wounds  are  healing, 

G-od,  for  man,  consents  to  die. 

It  is  finished  !     See  his  body 

Laid  alone  in  Joseph's  tomb  ; 
*Tis  for  us  he  lieth  yonder, 

Prince  of  Light  enwrapt  in  gloom. 


218  THE  OLD  STORY. 

But  in  vain  the  grave  has  bound  him, 
Death  has  barr'd  its  gate  in  vain  ; 

See,  for  us  the  Saviour  rises, 
See,  for  us  he  bursts  the  chain. 

Hear  we  then  the  grand  old  story, 
True  as  God's  all-faithful  word, 

Best  of  tidings  to  the  guilty, 
Of  a  dead  and  risen  Lord. 

"Tis  eternal  life  to  know  it, 

Light  and  love  are  shining  there, 

While  we  look,  and  gaze,  and  listen, 
All  its  joy  and  peace  we  share. 

Hear  we  then  the  grand  old  story, 
And  in  listening  learn  the  love, 

Flowing  through  it  to  the  guilty, 
From  our  pardoning  G-od  above. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 
G-lory  be  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


WISE  WEEPING. 

Tears  are  not  always  fruitful ;  their  hot  drops 
Sometimes  but  scorch  the  cheek  and  dim  the  eye ; 

Despairing  murmurs  over  blackened  hopes, 
Not  the  meek  spirit's  calm  and  chastened  cry. 

Oh,  better  not  to  weep  than  weep  amiss ; 

For  hard  it  is  to  learn  to  weep  aright, — 
To  weep  wise  tears,  the  tears  that  heal  and  bless, 

The  tears  which  their  own  bitterness  requite. 

Oh,  better  not  to  grieve  than  waste  our  woe, 

To  fling  away  the  spirit's  finest  gold, 
To  lose,  not  gain,  by  sorrow ;  to  overflow 

The  sacred  channels  which  true  sadness  hold. 

To  shed  our  tears  as  trees  their  blossoms  shed, 
Not  all  at  random,  but  to  make  sure  way 

For  fruit  in  season,  when  the  bloom  lies  dead 
On  the  chill  earth,  the  victim  of  decay; — 


220  WISE  WEEPING. 

This  is  to  use  the  grief  that  G-od  has  sent, 
To  read  the  lesson,  and  to  learn  the  love, 

To  sound  the  depths  of  saddest  chastisement, 
To  pluck  on  earth  the  fruit  of  realms  above 

Weep  not  too  fondly,  lest  the  cherished  grief 
Should  into  vain,  self-pitying  weakness  turn  ; 

Weep  not  too  long,  hut  seek  divine  relief ; 

Weep  not  too  fiercely,  lest  the  fierceness  burn. 

Husband  your  tears  ;  if  lavished,  they  become 
Like  waters  that  inundate  and  destroy ; 

For  active,  self-denying  days  leave  room, 
So  shall  you  sow  in  tears,  and  reap  in  joy. 

It  is  not  tears  but  teaching  we  should  seek ; 

The  tears  we  need  are  genial  as  the  shower ; 
They  mould  the  being  while  they  stain  the  cheek, 

Freshening  the  spirit  into  life  and  power. 

Move  on,  and  murmur  not ;  a  warrior  thou  ; 

Is  this  a  day  for  idle  tears  and  sighs  ? 
Buckle  thine  armour,  grasp  thy  sword  and  bow, 

Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith,  and  win  the  prize. 


ARISE,  SHINE,  FOR  THY  LIGHT  IS  COME. 

Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  King  at  length  has  como. 
Lift  up  thy  voice  in  song ; 

No  more  be  dumb. 
Happy  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  widowhood  is  done ; 
Thy  mourning  days  are  past, 

Thy  joy  begun  ! 

Zion,  rejoice  ! 

Thy  glory  now  returns ; 
Thy  Gi-od  has  come,  no  more 

His  anger  burns. 
City  of  cities  thou  ! 

What  beauty  shall  be  thine 
Joy  of  the  blessed  earth, 

Arise  and  shine ! 


222  ARISE,  SHINE,  FOR  THY  LIGHT  IS  COME. 

Peace,  Salem,  peace 

Be  now  within  thy  gates  ; 
To  thee  earth  crowds  ;  on  thee 

Its  grandeur  waits. 
Thou  holy  Mount  of  God  ! 

From  thee  once  more  ascend* 
The  incense-cloud,  the  song 

That  never  ends. 


AT  LAST. 

At  last  ! 

The  night  is  at  an  end, 
The  dawn  conies  softly  up, 
Clear  as  its  own  clear  dew ; 
And  weeping  has  gone  out, 
To  let  in  only  songs 
And  everlasting  joy ; 
At  last ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

The  Prince  of  Life  has  come, 
The  Church  is  glorified, 
The  sleepers  have  awoke, 
The  living  have  been  changed ; 
Death  has  at  last  been  slain, 
And  the  grave  spoiled  for  ever  J 
At  last  I — Amen  I 


21Ji  AT  LAST  ! 

At  last ! 

The  curse  is  swept  away, 
The  serpent-trail  effaced ; 
The  desert  smiles  with  green, 
And  blossoms  like  the  rose. 
'Tis  more  than  Eden  now, 
Earth  has  become  as  heavon  ! 
At  last  ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

Satan  is  bound  in  chains ; 
The  Church's  ancient  foe, 
Old  enemy  of  Christ, 
Has  fallen,  with  all  his  hosts; 
And  Babylon  the  Great 
Has  sunk  to  rise  no  more  ! 
At  last ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

Israel  sits  down  in  peace ; 
Jerusalem  awakes, 
Her  King  at  length  has  come, 
Messiah  reigns  in  power ; 
The  heavens  rejoice  and  sing, 
And  earth  once  more  is  free  ! 
At  last  ! — Amen  1 


OREDO,  NON  OPINOR. 

I  ask  a  perfect  creed  ! 

Oh,  that  to  me  were  given, 
The  teaching  that  leads  none  astray, 

The  scholarship  of  heaven  ! 

Sure  wisdom  and  pure  light, 

With  lowly,  loving  fear ; 
The  stedfast,  ever-looking  eye, 

The  ever-listening  ear. 

Calm  faith  that  grasps  the  word 

Of  Him  who  cannot  lie  ; 
That  hears  alone  the  voice  divine, 

Though  crowds  are  standing  by. 


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The  one,  whole  truth  I  seek, 
In  this  sad  age  of  strife  ; 

The  truth  of  Him  who  is  the  Truth, 
And  in  whose  truth  is  life. 

P 


226  CREDO,  NON  OPINOR. 


Truth  which  contains  true  rest ; 

Which  is  the  grave  of  doubt ; 
Which  ends  uncertainty  and  gloom, 

And  casts  the  falsehood  out. 

0  True  One,  give  me  truth  ! 

And  let  it  quench  in  me 
The  thirst  of  this  long-craving  heart, 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 

0  Truth  of  God,  destroy 

The  cloud,  the  chain,  the  war ; 

Dawn  to  this  stormy  midnight  be, 
My  bright  and  morning-star ! 


MY  SOUL,  TIS  DAY. 

Up  now,  my  soul,  'tis  day  ! 

Lone  night  has  fled  away ; 

How  soft  yon  eastern  blue, 
How  fresh  this  morning  dew  ! 

All  things  around  are  bright, 
Come  steep  thyself  in  light , 

Darkness  from  earth  has  gone. 
Wilt  thon  be  dark  alone  ? 

Peace  rests  on  yon  green  hill, 

Joy  sparkles  in  yon  rill ; 

Join  thon  earth's  song  of  love, 
That  pours  from  every  grove. 

Be  happy  in  thy  Gi-od  ; 

On  him  cast  every  load, 

To  him  bring  every  care 
To  him  pour  out  thy  prayer. 


228  UP,  MY  SOUL,  'tis  day. 

To  him  thy  morning-praise, 

With  joyful  spirit  raise, 

The  God  of  morn  and  even, 
The  light  of  earth  and  heaven. 

Rest  in  his  holy  love, 
Which  daily  from  above, 
•  Like  his  own  sunlight  comes, 

Down  on  earth's  myriad  homes 

Put  thou  thy  hand  in  his  ! 

Ah,  this  is  safety  ;  this 

Is  the  soul's  true  relief, 
Freedom  from  care  and  grief. 

Be  thou  his  happy  child, 
Loved,  blest,  and  reconciled  ; 
Walk  calmly  on,  each  hour, 
Safe  in  his  love  and  power. 

Work  for  him  gladly  here, 
Without  a  grudge  or  fear  ; 

Thy  labour  shall  be  light, 
And  all  thy  days  be  bright ! 


LUCY. 

August  20. 1858. 

All  nigh  fc  we  watched  the  ebbing  Life, 

As  if  its  flight  to  stay  ; 
Till,  as  the  dawn  was  coming  up, 

Our  last  hope  pass'd  away. 

She  was  the  music  of  our  home, 
A  day  that  knew  no  night, 

The  fragrance  of  our  garden-bo^wer, 
A  thing  all  smiles  and  light. 

Above  the  couch  we  bent  and  prayed, 

In  the  half-lighted  room  ; 
As  the  bright  hues  of  infant-life 

Sank  slowly  into  gloom. 

Each  flutter  of  the  pulse  we  marked, 

Each  quiver  of  the  eye  ; 
To  the  dear  lips  our  ear  we  laid, 

To  catch  the  last  low  sigh. 


230  LTJOT. 

We  stroked  the  little  sinking  cheeks, 
The  forehead  pale  and  fair ; 

We  kissed  the  small,  round,  ruby  mouth, 
For  Lucy  still  was  there. 

We  fondly  smooth'd  the  scattered  curls 

Of  her  rich  golden  hair ; 
We  held  the  gentle  palm  in  ours, 

For  Lucy  still  was  there. 

At  last  the  fluttering  pulse  stood  still. 

The  death-frost,  through  her  clay 
Stole  slowly  ;  and,  as  morn  came  up, 

Our  sweet  flower  pass'd  away. 

The  form  remained ;  but  there  was  now 

No  soul  our  love  to  share ; 
No  warm  responding  lip  to  kiss; 

For  Lucy  was  not  there. 

Farewell,  with  weeping  hearts  we  said, 
Child  of  our  love  and  care  ! 

And  then  we  ceased  to  kiss  those  lips, 
For  Lucy  was  not  there. 


LUCY.  231 

But  years  are  moving  quickly  past, 

And  time  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
Death  shall  be  swallowed  up  of  life 

On  the  immortal  shore. 

Then  shall  we  clasp  that  hand  once  more, 

And  smooth  that  golden  hair ; 
Then  shall  we  kiss  those  lips  again, 

When  Lucy  shall  be  there. 


ON  THE  THRESHOLD. 

I'm  returning,  not  departing ; 

My  steps  are  homeward  bound. 
I  quit  the  land  of  strangers 

]?or  a  home  on  native  ground. 

I  am  rising,  and  not  setting ; 

This  is  not  night  but  day. 
Not  in  darkness,  but  in  sunshine, 

Like  a  star,  I  fade  away. 

All  is  well  with  me  for  ever 

I  do  not  fear  to  go. 
My  tide  is  but  beginning 

Its  bright  eternal  flow. 

I  am  leaving  only  shadows, 
For  the  true  and  fair  and  good. 

I  must  not,  cannot,  linger ; 
I  would  not,  though  I  could. 


ON  THE  THRESHOLD.  233 

This  is  not  death's  dark  portal, 

'Tis  life's  golden  gate  to  me. 
Link  after  link  is  broken, 

And  I  at  lap X  am  free. 

I  am  going  to  the  angels, 

I  am  going  to  my  G-od  ; 
I  know  the  hand  that  beckons, 

I  see  the  holy  road. 

Why  grieve  me  with  your  weeping, 

Tour  tears  are  all  in  vain  ; 
An  hour's  farewell,  beloved, 

And  we  shall  meet  again. 

Jesus,  thou  wilt  receive  me, 

And  welcome  me  above  ; 
This  sunshine,  which  now  fills  me, 

Is  thine  own  smile  of  love. 


THE  MASTER'S  TOUCH. 

In  the  still  air  the  music  lies  unheard  ; 

In  the  rough  marble  beauty  hides  unseen  ; 
To  wake  the  music  and  the  beauty,  needs 

The  master's  touch,  the  sculptor's  chisel  keen. 

Great  Master,  touch  us  with  thy  skilful  hand, 
Let  not  the  music  that  is  in  us  die ; 

Great  Sculptor,  hew  and  polish  us  ;  nor  let, 
Hidden  and  lost,  thy  form  within  us  lie. 

Spare  not  the  stroke  ;  do  with  us  as  thou  wilt ; 

Let  there  be  nought  unfinished,  broken,  marr'd 
Complete  thy  purpose,  that  we  may  become 

Thy  perfect  image,  0  our  God  and  Lord. 


SUNSET  AND  SUNRISE. 

TO  MY  YOUNGEST-BORN". 

This  day  of  war  and  weariness 
Will  soon  with  me  be  done ; 

But  thine,  my  child  of  love  and  joy, 
Is  only  now  begun. 

Time's  years  of  fever  and  unrest 

Are  nearly  run  for  me  ; 
But  Life,  with  all  its  ill  and  good, 

Is  still  in  store  for  thee. 

My  flowers  have  faded,  and  my  fruit 
Is  dropping  from  the  tree  j 

The  blossoms  of  the  golden  year 
Are  opening  all  on  thee. 


236  SUNSET  AND  SUNRISE. 

My  harvest,  with  its  gathered  sheaves, 

Is  almost  over  now ; 
But  thine  is  coming  up,  my  child, 

When  I  am  lying  low. 

'Tis  May,  all  May  upon  thy  cheek, 
'Tis  Autumn  now  on  mine  ; 

The  chill  of  eve  is  on  my  brow 
The  dew  of  morn  on  thine. 

Fve  seen  what  thou  art  yet  to  see, 
And  felt  what  thou  must  feel ; 

I  know  each  winding  of  the  way, 
Each  rock,  and  stream,  and  hill. 

My  eyes  shall  ere  long  weep  their  last, 
Their  springs  will  soon  run  dry ; 

But  all  thy  tears  are  yet  to  flow, 
Ere  thou  shalt  rest  on  high. 

The  farewells  dyirjg  on  my  lips 
Are  living  still  on  thine ; 

*Tis  sunrise  on  tby  glowing  peaks, 
*Tis  sunset  upon  mine. 


SUNSET  AND  SUNRISE.  237 

I  leave  the  banquet-hall  of  time 

As  thou  art  coming  in  ; 
Take  thou  my  place,  and  be  thy  feast 

Sweeter  than  mine  has  been. 

I  quit  the  battle-field  of  life, 

I  give  my  sword  to  thee  ; 
It  is  thy  father's  father's  sword, 

It  leads  to  victory. 

I  leave  the  warfare  and  the  work, 

The  watching  and  the  way, 
For  thee  to  finish,  when  this  head 

Eests  on  its  couch  of  clay. 

Go,  then,  fill  up  with  useful  deeds, 

Thy  threescore  years  and  ten. 
Till  He,  who  bade  thee  rise  and  work, 

Bids  thee  lie  down  again. 

Then  lay  thee  down  and  rest,  as  all 

Thy  fathers  have  lain  down  ; 
Waiting  the  resurrection-joy, 

The  glory  and  the  crown  ! 


SUMMEK  OF  THE  SILENT  HEART. 

'Twas  Summer,  and  its  youngest  kiss 
Fell  on  the  rose-red  lip  of  June ; 

Veiled  in  delicious  haze,  the  sun 

Made,  for  our  vale,  its  tenderest  noon 

The  gentlest  of  all  gentle  winds 
Stole  o'er  the  silver  of  the  stream  ; 

'Twas  Summer  lapt  in  Autumn's  sleep, 
The  stillness  of  Spring's  stillest  dream. 

Away,  away,  among  the  woods, 

Where  winds  are  rambling,  let  me  too 

"Wander,  and  feed  upon  the  summer  air, 
Tasting  the  freshness  of  the  undried  dew. 

0  summer  of  the  silent  heart ! 

How  rich  the  song  your  sunshine  sings ; 
0  luxury  of  tranquil  thought, 

This  dreamy  hour  of  sunshine  brings  ! 


SUMMER  OP  THE  SILENT  HEART.  239 

0  sunshine  of  the  laughing  lip, 

Soften  your  colours  for  a  day ; 
Take  on  this  mild  and  mellow  light, 

Mingle  the  quiet  with  the  gay. 

0  shadows  of  the  pensive  heart ! 

G-low  into  sunlight,  as  the  love 
Comes  down,  in  ever-gushing  streams, 

From  the  great  heart  of  G-od  above. 

The  shadow  and  the  sunlight  thus 

God  tempers  for  us  here  below ; 
Mixing  for  us  the  joy  and  fear, 

The  safest  cup  for  man  below. 


USB  ME! 

Make  use  of  me,  my  G-od  ! 

Let  me  not  be  forgot ; 
A  broken  vessel  cast  aside, 
One  whom  thou  needest  not. 

I  am  thy  creature,  Lord  ; 

And  made  by  hands  divine ; 
And  I  am  part,  however  mean, 

Of  this  great  world  of  thine. 

Thou  usest  all  thy  works, 
The  weakest  things  that  be  ; 

Each  has  a  service  of  its  own, 
For  all  things  wait  on  thee. 

Thou  usest  the  high  stars, 
The  tiny  drops  of  dew, 

The  giant  peak  and  little  hill  ;- 
My  God,  Oh  use  me  too  I 


USE  ME  !  241 

Thou  usest  tree  and  flower, 

The  rivers  vast  and  small  ; 
The  eagle  great,  the  little  bird 
'     That  sings  upon  the  walL 

Thou  usest  the  wide  sea, 

The  little  hidden  lake  j 
The  pine  upon  the  Alpine  cliff, 

The  lily  in  the  brake. 

The  huge  rock  in  the  vale, 

The  sand-grain  by  the  sea, 
The  thunder  of  the  rolling  cloud, 

The  murmur  of  the  bee. 

All  things  do  serve  thee  here, 
All  creatures,  great  and  small ; 

Make  use  of  me,  of  me,  my  God, 
The  meanest  of  them  all  1 


THE  TWO  PKOPHETS. 

Wrap  thyself  up  in  night ;  speak  low,  not  loud ; 

Spread  shining  mist  along  a  solemn  page ; 
Be  like  a  voice,  half-heard  from  hollow  cloud, 

And  thou  shalt  be  the  prophet  of  the  age. 

Conceal  thy  thought  in  words  ;  or,  better  still, 
Conceal  thy  want  of  thought ;  and  thou  shalt  bo 

Poet  and  prophet,  sage  and  oracle, 
A  thing  of  wonder,  worship,  mystery. 

Coin  some  new  mystic  dialect  and  style, 
Pile  up  thy  broken  rainbows  page  on  page ; 

"With  dim  dissolving  views  the  eye  beguile, 
And  thou  shalt  be  the  poet  of  the  age. 

Old  bards  and  thinkers  could  their  wisdom  tell, 
In  words  of  light  which  all  might  understand ; 

They  had  great  things  to  say,  and  said  them  well, 
To  far-off  ages  of  their  listening  land. 


THE  TWO  PROPHETS.  243 

Such  was  old  Milton,  such  was  Bacon  wise, 
Such  all  the  greatly  good  and  nobly  true; 
High  thoughts  were  theirs,  kin  to  the  boundless  skies, 
*  But  words  translucent  as  the  twilight  dew. 

Be  ever  like  earth's  greatest,  truest,  soundest, 
Be  like  the  prophets  of  the  prophet-land ; 

Be  like  the  Master, — simplest  when  profoundest ; 
Speak  that  thy  fellow-men  may  understand. 

Old  streams  of  earth,  sing  on  in  happy  choir  ! 

Old  sea,  roll  on  your  bright  waves  to  the  shore ; 
Tune,  ancient  wind,  tune  your  still-cunning  lyre, 

And  sing  the  simple  song  you  sung  of  yore  ! 

Dear  arch  of  heaven,  pure  veil  of  lucid  blue, 
Star-loving  hills,  immoveable  and  calm, 

Fresh  fields  of  earth,  and  undefiled  dew, 
Chant,  as  in  ages  past,  your  glorious  psalm  I 

I  love  the  ringing  of  your  child-like  notes, 
The  music  of  your  warm  transparent  song ; 

And  my  heart  throbs,  as  blythely  o'er  me  floats 
Tour  endless  echo,  sweet  and  glad  and  young 


244  THE  TWO  PROPHETS. 

Tour  old  is  ever  new ;  perpetual  youth 
Sits  on  your  brow,  a  G-od-given  heritage. 

Even  thus,  in  her  fair  ever-green,  old  Truth 
Stands,  without  waste  or  weariness  or  age. 

Unchanged  in  her  clear  speech  and  simple  song, 
Earth  utters  its  old  wisdom  all  around. 

Ours  be,  like  hers,  a  voice  distinct  and  strong, 
Speech  as  unmuffled,  wisdom  as  profound. 

All  mystery  is  defect ;  and  cloudy  words 

Are  feebleness,  not  strength  ;  are  loss,  not  gain  ; 

Men  win  no  victories  with  spectre-swords ; 

The  phantom  barque  ploughs  the  broad  sea  in  vain. 

If  thou  hast  aught  to  say,  or  small  or  great, 
Speak  with  a  clear  true  voice  ;  all  mysteries 

Are  but  man's  poor  attempts  to  imitate 
The  hidden  wisdom  of  the  Only  Wise. 

The  day  of  Delphic  oracles  is  past ; 

All  mimic- wisdom  is  a  broken  reed, 
The  gorgeous  mountain-mist  rolls  up  at  last, 

Clouds  quench  no  thirst,  and  flowers  no  hunger  feed. 


Cranslatioits  anir  Imitations, 


SABBATH  HYMN. 

Imitated  from  Ephrabm  (the  Striak), 

Glory  to  the  glorious  One, 
Good  and  great,  our  God  alone, 
Who  this  day  hath  glorified, 
First  and  hest  of  all  beside, 
Making  it  for  every  clime, 
Of  all  times  the  sweetest  time. 

From  the  beginning,  day  of  days, 
Set  apart  for  holy  praise, 
When  he  bade  the  willing  earth 
All  its  hidden  stores  bring  forth, 
When  he  gave  the  shining  heaven, 
Then  to  man  this  day  was  given. 


248  SABBATH  HYMN. 

On  this  day  the  Son  of  G-od 
Left  his  three-days'  dark  abode ; 
In  the  greatness  of  his  might, 
Eising  to  the  upper  light. 
On  this  day  the  Church  puts  on 
Glory,  beauty,  robe,  and  crown. 

On  this  day  of  days  the  Lord, 
Faithful  to  his  ancient  word, 
On  his  burning  chariot  borne, 
Shall  in  majesty  return. 
King  of  kings,  he  comes  in  might 
From  his  heavenly  home  of  light. 

To  his  own  Jerusalem, 
Old  Judea's  brightest  gem, 
To  the  hill  of  Jebus,  see, 
King  Messiah,  cometh  he  ; 
With  his  cross  to  bless  and  save, 
With  his  cross  to  spoil  the  grave. 

He  shall  speak,  and  earth  shall  hear ; 
Eending  rocks  shall  quake  with  fear, 
And  the  waking  dead  shall  come 
From  the  silence  of  the  tomb. 
Shaken  heavens  and  shattered  earth 
Then  shall  rise  to  second  birth. 


SABBATH  HYMtf.  249 

To  the  kingdom  promised  long, 
With  his  shining  angel  throng, 
Righteous  vengeance  to  fulfil, 
Recompence  for  good  and  ill, 
Adam's  race  from  dust  to  call, 
Lo,  He  cometh,  Judge  of  all ! 

Then  the  glory  to  his  own  ! 

Then  the  kingdom  and  the  crown  ! 

Then  the  sinner's  hope  shall  close, 

Then  begin  his  endless  woes  ; 

Then  he  knocks,  but  knocks  in  vain,— 

Who  shall  break  his  iron  chain  ? 

Earth  is  fleeing,  fleeing  fast, 
And  its  beauty  fades  at  last ; 
0  beloved,  then,  awake, 
Bonds  of  carnal  slumber  break, 
Wake,  beloved,  watch  and  pray, 
While  remains  one  hour  of  day  f 

Death,  it  cometh, — Oh  beware  ! 
Judgment  cometh, — Oh  prepare  2 
Stedfast,  stedfast  let  us  stand, 
For  the  Judge  is  nigh  at  hand ; 
Stedfast  let  us  rest  each  night, 
Stedfast  wake  at  morning  light. 


250 


SABBATH  HYMN. 

Glory,  glory,  glory  be, 
Gracious  God  and  Lord,  to  Thee 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One 
Thus  we  now  thy  mercy  praise, 
Thus  through  everlasting  days. 


OUK  EVENING  HYMN. 

Imitated  from  the  Greek,  which  commences  thus  : — 

T^v  TifLigav  disX&ojv 
Eu^ag/tfrw  dot  Kug/s. 
See  Daniel's  Thesaurus  Hymnologicus,  vol.  iii.,  p.  127. 

The  day  is  done  ! 

I  thank  thee,  Lord,  alone. 

'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 

0  Saviour,  be  thou  nigh. 

This  night  from  sin  me  keep, 

Preserve  me  while  I  sleep. 

The  day  is  gone  ! 

I  bless  thee,  Mighty  One. 

'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 

0  Saviour,  be  thou  nigh. 

This  night  from  ill  me  keep, 

Preserve  me  while  I  sleep. 


252  OUR  EVENING  HYM2T. 

The  day  is  gone  ! 

I  praise  thee,  Holy  One. 

'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 

0  Saviour,  be  thou  nigh. 

This  night  from  plots  me  keep, 
Preserve  me  while  I  sleep. 

Light  to  these  eyes  afford, 
0  Christ,  my  God  and  Lord  ! 

Dispel  my  soul's  death-gloom, 
Lest  T  should  sleep  in  death  ere  day, 
Lest  my  great  foe  should  boast  and  say, 

1  have  him  overcome  ! 

Defend  my  soul,  0  G-od  ! 
For  snares  beset  my  road. 

Thou  art  my  help  alone. 
Deliver  me  from  sin  and  fear, 
Preserve  me  in  my  peril  here, 

0  good  and  gracious  One  1 


BATTLE. SONG  AGAINST  SATAN. 
/ 

IlOTATED  FROM  EPHRAF.M  (THE  SYRIAN). 

Jehovah,  judge  my  cause, 

Avenge  me  of  my  foe, 
Fight  against  Satan  and  his  host, 

Oh  lay  the  strong  one  low  ! 

I  have  cast  off  his  yoke, 

Eenounced  his  cursed  sway ; 

For  this  he  doubly  hates,  and  longs 
To  seize  me  as  his  prey. 

To  thee,  and  to  thy  cross, 
For  help,  0  Lord,  I  flee  ; — 

He  must  prevail,  if  thou  do  not, 
0  Lord,  deliver  me  ! 

For  thou  hast  vanquished  him  I 
Let  him  not  conqr  er  me  ; 

Put  him  to  shame,  0  Lord ; 
Give  me  the  victory. 


254  BATTLE-SONG  AGAINST  SATAN. 

It  is  not  strength  that  wins  : 
My  weakness  is  my  shield ; 

In  lowly  trust  we  fight  the  fight, 
And  meekness  wins  the  field. 

Give  me  the  lowly  heart, 

Cast  out  each  thought  of  pride  5 

Let  gentleness  and  love  come  in, 
And  as  my  guests  abide. 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ; 

I  would  not  choose  my  own ; 
But  let  me  ever,  ever  be 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  alone. 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  flee, 

Jesus,  thy  cross  I  clasp  ; 

Save  me  from  Satan's  hellish  power 
Oh  pluck  me  from  his  grasp. 

So  shall  I  praise  thee,  Lord, 
And  thy  great  name  adore, 

With  Father  and  with  Spirit  one, 
For  ever  evermore. 


THE  DAT  OF  THE  LORD. 
0  earth,  earth,  earth,  hear  the  word  of  the  Lord." — Jer.  xxii.  29, 
From  tee  Late*. 

G-iye  ear.  0  earth,  give  ear  ! 

Depths  of  the  mighty  sea  ! 
Give  ear,  0  man  !     G-ive  ear, 

All  'neath  the  sun  that  be  1 

The  day  of  wrath  draws  near, 

The  dreadful  day  of  doom  ; 
The  sinner's  bitter  day, 

It  maketh  haste  to  come. 

Then  shall  these  ancient  skies 

Eoll  up  and  pass  away  ; 
The  sun  shall  blush,  and  hide 

Its  face  in  dread  dismay. 


256  THE  DAY  OF  THE  LORD. 

The  moon  shall  change  and  flee ; 

The  noon  grow  dark  as  night ; 
The  stars  shall  fall  to  earth 

In  wild  and  sore  affright. 

Alas  !  alas  !  alas  1 

To  whom,  in  that  great  day, 
Shall  the  sad  sinner  flee, 

On  whom  for  refuge  stay  ? 

Lost,  lost,  for  ever  lost  ! 

Too  late  !  too  late  !  he  cries ; 
Lost,  lost,  for  ever  lost  ! 

The  second  death  he  dioB. 

0  Jesu,  save  and  bless, 
0  Son  of  G-od  on  high  : 

Then  safe  in  Thee  we  live, 
And  safe  in  Thee  we  die. 

Safe  to  the  holy  hills, 
Safe  to  the  city  blest ; 

Safe  from  the  toil  below, 
Thou  leadest  to  thy  rest. 


DB  MORTE. 

Imitation  of  the  Lath* 

Is  midst  of  this  our  life 

We  are  begirt  with  death,— 
Our  life  is  but  a  breath  ! 

To  whom,  then,  shall  we  come, 
Save,  Lord,  alone  to  thee, 
In  our  mortality  ? 

To  whom  save  thee,  0  Lord, 
Who,  at  our  grievous  sin, 
Justly  hast  angry  been  ? 

0  holy,  holy  God, 
0  holy  Majesty, 
Jehovah,  G-od  most  high, 


258  DB  MORTE. 

0  holy,  holy  God, 
0  holy  God  above, 
0  holy  God  of  love, 

0  Saviour  of  the  lost, 

From  second  death  us  savo, 
And.  from  the  endless  grave  I 


THE  AFTER-SUPPER  HYMN. 

This  is  the  Greek  Hymn  called  rb  aTodsiTvov,  and  corresponds 
with  the  Latin  Completoriuin,  01  midnight  hymn.  See  Daniel'a 
Thesaurus  Hymuologicus,  vol.  iii.  p.  48 ;  also,  Suicer's  Thesauroi 
Ecclesiasticus  on  the  word  affodsiTvov. 

Attend,  ye  heavens  ! 
Attend  and  I  will  speak. 

I  will  the  Christ  proclaim  ! 
Of  Him  the  virgin-born, 
"Who  sojourned  here  in  flesh, 
I  will  declare  the  name. 

Let  us  go  forth  I 
Let  us  go  forth  with  Christ, 
To  Olivet's  dear  hill. 

In  spirit  with  our  Lord, 
And  his  apostles  twelve, 
There  pitch  our  tents  we  will  I 


260  THE  AFTER-SUPPER  HYMN. 

Think,  0  my  soul, 

And  cast  high  thoughts  away, 

What  thy  Lord  spake  while  here, 
Two  grinding  at  the  mill, 
One  taken  and  one  left, 
And  watch  in  fear  ! 

Prepare  thyself! 
Make  ready,  0  my  soul, 

For  thy  departing  hour  ! 

The  Judge,  the  righteous  Judge, 
The  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 
Standeth  before  the  door  ! 


HYMN  OF  NIGHT. 
From  the  Latin. 

Night  and  darkness  cover  all 
Heaven  and  earth,  with  cloudy  pall 
But  the  light  comes  in,  and  lo, 
All  the  sky  is  in  a  glow  ! — 
Christ  has  come,  the  star  of  day, 
Night  and  darkness  flee  away  ! 

Cloven  by  the  piercing  gleam 
Of  the  daystar's  rising  beam, 
Earth's  long  gloom  is  rent ;  and  !o, 
All  creation  is  a-glow, 
With  the  colours  hither  borne, 
From  tho  radiant  lamp  of  morn  I 

Thee,  0  Christ,  alone  we  know 
Other  suns  are  none  below. 
All  the  night  to  thee  we  cry, 
Hear  our  tears,  our  song,  our  sigh. 
Watch  our  senses  through  the  nighfc, 
Keep  us  till  the  morning  light. 


262  HYMN  OF  NIGHT. 

Night's  hues  thickly  round  us  lie, 
Blotting  earth  and  sea  and  sky ; 
Star  of  morning,  send  thy  light, 
Purge  these  deep-dyed  stains  of  night, 
Shew  thy  face,  and,  with  its  ray, 
Shine  these  shadows  into  day  ! 


NIGHT  HYMN  BEFORE  THE  SABBATH. 

From  the  Latin. 

In  the  dark  and  silent  night, 
Ere  has  broke  the  lonely  light, 
We  arise,  to  thee  to  pay, 
Lord,  the  service  of  this  day. 

Holy  Comforter,  to  thee 
Our  glad  praises  offer  we ; 

"With  the  eternal  Father  one, 

One  with  the  eternal  Son. 

Pity  this  frail  flesh  of  ours, 
Which,  with  all  his  subtle  powers, 
The  old  tempter  would  assail ; — 
Let  him  not,  0  Lord,  prevail. 


264  NIGHT  HYMN  BEFORE  THE  SABBATH. 

Lord,  to  thee  the  flock  pertains ; 

Let  it  not  be  held  in  chains  ; 

Thou,  0  Jesus,  with  thy  blood, 
Hast  redeemed  that  flock  to  God. 

Loving,  gracious  Shepherd,  keep 
Watch  o'er  these  thy  wand'ring  sheep ; 
Bring  them  to  the  fold  abovp 
On  the  shoulders  of  thy  love. 

Smite  the  hellish  enemy, 
Bid  the  Prince  of  darkness  flee ; 
Drive  the  robber-fiend  away, 
From  his  jaws,  Oh  pluck  the  prey. 

Triumph  now,  0  Christ,  our  Lord  ! 
Angel-choirs,  with  glad  accord, 

Sound  the  praises  of  our  King, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  sing. 

Glory  to  the  Father  give ; 

Glory  to  the  equal  Son ; 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  give, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 


PENTECOSTAL  HYMN. 
From  the  Latin. 

Come,  heavenly  Spirit,  come  I 
Kind  Father  of  the  poor ; 

The  G-iver  and  the  Grift, 
Enter  my  lowly  door  ! 

Be  guest  within  my  heart, 

Nor  ever  hence  depart. 

Thou,  the  Eternal  Truth  ! 

Into  dark  hearts  steal  in  ; 
True  Light,  give  light  to  souls 

Sunk  in  the  night  of  sin  ; 
True  Strength,  put  forth  thy  power 
For  us  in  evil  hour  ! 

Ours  is  a  world  of  wiles, 

Of  beauteous  vanities ; 
Come,  and  in  us  destroy 

Its  fair  impurities, 
Lest,  by  its  tempting  arts, 
From  thee  it  steal  our  hearts  I 


266  PENTECOSTAL  HYMN. 

Unyeil  thy  glorious  self 

To  us,  0  Holy  One, 
That  thou  into  our  hearts 

May  shine,  thyself  alono  ! 
Saved  from  earth's  vanities, 
To  thee  we  long  to  rise. 

Renew  us,  Holy  One  ! 

Oh  purge  us  in  thy  fire  ; 
Refine  us,  heavenly  flame, 

Consume  each  low  desire ; 
Prepare  us  as  a  sacrifice, 
Well-pleasing  in  thine  eyes. 

Far  from  thee  we  have  lived, 
Exiles  from  home  and  thee 

Oh  bring  us  back  in  love, 
End  our  captivity. 

Be  thou  the  way  we  wend, 

Be  thou  that  way's  blest  end  ! 

Glory  to  the  Father  be, 

Glory  to  the  equal  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be, 

Glory  to  the  Three-in-One 
Spirit,  'tis  thy  breath  divine 
Makes  these  hearts  to  burn  and  shine. 


HYMN  TO  CHRIST. 

Imitated  from  one  of  the  Iambics  of  Gregory  Nazianzene, 

beginning  i 

TluXtv  ffgoGtjXfev  6  d^dxojv. 

Again  the  Tempter  comes  !  to  thee  I  cling. 
The  old  Serpent  comes !  I  see  his  deadly  sting ; — 
Hide  me,  Oh  hide  me,  Christ,  beneath  thy  sheltering 
wiDg  ! 

Oh  hold  me,  hold  me,  Lord,  do  not  betray 
Thine  image  ;  cast  me  not,  0  Christ,  away, 
Lest,  like  the  nestling  bird,  he  seize  me  as  his  prey  ! 

Ah,  that  great  judgment-day  !     And  yet  to  go 
I  long ;  pursued  each  hour  with  woe  on  woe, 
I  find  no  place  of  rest,  no  refuge  here  below  ! 

Thoucall'st  me  hence ; — -but  Oh,  my  faith  is  small; 
0  Christ,  I  am  thy  servant,  thou  my  all ! — 
Keep  me,  Oh  keep  thine  own,  till  the  last  trumpet  call  I 


twxns  of  i\t  (But 


MOUNT  HOR. 

Numbers  xx.  23-29. 

They  have  left  the  camp,  with  its  tents  outspreading^ 
Like  a  garden  of  lilies,  on  Edom's  plain ; 

They  are  climbing  the  mountain,  in  silence  treading 
A  path  which  one  shall  not  tread  again. 

Two  aged  brothers  the  way  are  leading, 
There  follows  a  youth  in  the  solemn  train. 

O'er  a  sister's  bier  they  have  just  been  bending ; 

The  desert  prophetess  sleeps  hard  by : 
"With  her  toilsome  sojourn  nearly  ending, 

With  Judah's  mountains  before  her  eye, 
The  echoes  of  Kadesh  and  Canaan  blending, 

She  has  calmly  turned  her  aside  to  die  ! 

They  come,  not  to  gaze  on  the  matchless  glory, 
On  grandeur  the  like  of  which  earth  has  not; 

A  billowy  ocean  of  mountains  hoary, 
A  chaos  of  cliffs  round  this  awful  spot ; 

A  vision  like  that  in  some  old-world  story, 
Too  terrible  ever  to  be  forgot. 


272 


MOUNT  HOR. 


The  desert-rainbow  that  gleams  before  ye, 
But  leaves  your  solitude  doubly  bleak ; 

The  shadows  of  sunset  fall  ghastly  o'er  ye  ; 
Cliff  frowns  upon  cliff,  and  peak  on  peak. 

0  rocks  of  the  desolate,  lean  and  hoary, 
What  lip  of  man  can  your  grandeur  speak  ! 

Splinter'd  and  blasted  and  thunder-smitten, 
Not  a  smile  above,  nor  a  hope  below ; 

Shiver'd  and  soorch'd  and  hunger-bitten, 
No  earthly  lightning  has  seam'd  your  brow 

On  each  stone  the  Avenger's  pen  has  written, 
Horror  and  ruin,  and  death  and  woe. 

The  king  and  the  priest  move  on  unspeaking, 
The  desert-priest  and  the  desert-king ; 

'Tis  a  grave,  a  mountain-grave  they  are  seeking, 
Fit  end  of  a  great  life-wandering  ! 

And  here,  till  the  day  of  the  glory-streaking, 
This  d'esert-eagle  must  fold  his  wing. 

The  fetters  of  age  have  but  lightly  bound  him, 
This  bold  sharp  steep  he  can  bravely  breast ; 

With  his  six-score  wondrous  years  around  him, 
He  climbs  like  youth  to  the  mountain's  crest. 

The  mortal  moment  at  last  has  found  him, 
Willing  to  tarry,  yet  glad  to  rest. 


MOUNT  HOR.  278 

Is  that  a  tear-drop  his  dim  eye  leaving, 
As  he  looks  his  last  on  yon  desert-sun  ? 

Is  that  a  sigh  his  faint  bosom  heaving, 
As  he  lays  his  ephod  in  silence  down  ? 

'Twas  a  passing  mist,  to  his  sky  still  cleaving; — 
But  the  sky  has  brightened, — the  cloud  is  gone  ! 

In  his  shroud  of  rock  they  have  gently  wound  him, 
'Tis  a  Bethel-pillow  that  love  has  given ; 

I  see  no  gloom  of  the  grave  around  him, 
The  death-bed  fetters  have  all  been  riven ; 

*Tis  the  angel  of  life,  not  of  death,  that  has  found  him, 
And  this  is  to  him  the  gate  of  heaven. 

He  has  seen  the  tombs  of  old  Mizraim's  wonder, 
Where  the  haughty  Pharaohs  embalm'd  recline ; 

But  no  pyramid-tomb,  with  its  costly  grandeur, 
Can  once  be  compared  with  this  mountain-shrine ; 

No  monarch  of  Memphis  is  swathed  in  splendour, 
High  Priest  of  the  desert,  like  this  of  thine  ! 

Not  with  thy  nation  thy  bones  are  lying, 
Nor  Israel's  hills  shall  thy  burial  see ; 

Yet  with  Edom's  vultures  around  thee  flying, 
Safe  and  unrifled  thy  dust  shall  be  ; — 

Oh  who  would  not  covet  so  calm  a  dying, 

And  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  thee  ? 

s 


274  MOUNT  HOR. 

Not  with  thy  fathers  thy  slumher  tasting; 

From  sister  and  brother  thou  seem'st  to  flee. 
Not  in  Shechem's  plain  are  thy  ashes  wasting, 

Not  in  Machpelah  thy  grave  shall  he ; 
In  the  land  of  the  stranger  thy  dust  is  resting,— 

Yet  who  would  not  sleep  by  the  side  of  thee  ? 

Alone  and  safe,  in  the  happy  keeping 

Of  rocks  and  sands,  till  the  glorious  morn, 

They  have  laid  thee  down  for  thy  lonely  sleeping, 
Waysore  and  weary  and  labour-worn  ; 

While  faintly  the  sound  of  a  nation's  weeping 
From  the  vale  beneath  thee  is  upward  borne. 

As  one  familiar  with  gentle  sorrow, 

With  a  dirge-like  wailing  the  wind  goes  by ; 

And  echo  lovingly  seems  to  borrow 

The  plaintive  note  of  the  mourner's  cry, 

Which  comes  to-day  and  is  gone  to-morrow, 

Leaving  nought  for  thee  but  the  stranger's  sigh. 

Alone  and  safe,  in  the  holy  keeping, 

Of  Him  who  holdeth  the  grave's  cold  key, 

They  have  laid  thee  down  for  the  blessed  sleeping, 
The  quiet  rest  which  his  dear  ones  see  ; — 

And  why  o'er  thee  should  we  weep  the  weeping, 
For  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  thee  ? 


MOUNT  HOR.  275 

Three  Hebrew  cradles,  the  Nile-palms  under, 
Rocked  three  sweet  babes  upon  Egypt's  plain ; 

Three  desert-graves  must  these  dear  ones  sunder; 
Three  sorrowful  links  of  a  broken  chain ; 

Kadesh  and  Hor,  and  Nebo  yonder, — 

Three  way-marks  now  for  the  pilgrim-train. 

Are  these  my  way-marks,  these  tombs  of  ages  ? 

Are  these  my  guides  to  the  land  of  rest  ? 
Are  these  grim  rock-tombs  the  stony  pages, 

Which  shew  how  to  follow  the  holy  blest  ? 
And  bid  me  rise,  'bove  each  storm  that  rages, 

Like  a  weary  dove  to  its  olive  nest  ? 

Is  death  my  way  to  the  home  undying  ? 

Is  the  desert  my  path  to  the  Eden-plain  ? 
Are  these  lone  links,  that  are  round  me  lying, 

To  be  gathered,  and  all  re-knit  again  ? 
And  is  there  beyond  this  land  of  sighing 

A  refuge  for  ever  from  death  and  pain  ? 

On  this  rugged  cliff,  while  the  sun  is  dying 

Behind  yon  majestic  mountain-wall, 
I  stand ; — not  a  cloudlet  above  me  flying,— 

Not  a  foot  is  stirring,  no  voices  call ; — 
A  traveller  lonely,  a  stranger,  trying 

To  muse  o'er  this  wondrous  funeral. 


27b  MOUNT  HOR. 

In  silence  we  stand,  till  the  fuint  stars  cover 
This  grave  of  ages.     Yes,  thus  would  we 

Still  look  and  linger,  and  gaze  and  hover 
About  this  cave  where  thy  dust  may  be  ! 

Great  Priest  of  the  desert,  thy  toil  is  over, 
And  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  theo  ? 

And  night,  the  wan  night  is  bending  over 
The  twilight  couch  of  the  dying  day, 

With  dewy  eyes,  like  a  weeping  lover, 

That  doats  on  the  beauty  that  will  not  stay, 

And  sighs  that  the  mould  so  soon  must  cover 
Each  golden  smile  of  the  well-loved  clay. 

The  night  of  ages  bends  softly  o'er  us ; 

Four  thousand  autumns  have  well  nigh  fled, 
Love  watches  still  the  old  tomb  before  us 

Of  sainted  dust,  in  its  mountain-bed  ; 
Till  the  longed-for  trump  shall  awake  the  chorus, 

From  desert  and  field,  of  the  blessed  dead. 


A  DESERT  MIDNIGHT. 

The  dew  is  on  my  tent  to-night, 

Last  night  it  was  the  rain ; 
And  so  I  lay  me  down  in  hope 

Of  a  sunny  morn  again. 

The  stars  spread  out  above  my  head, 

Around  me  the  grey  sand ; 
The  fires  are  crackling  keen  and  sharp 

Of  our  swarthy  Arab  band. 

And  moving  up  the  sky's  clear  arch, 

Across  the  mountain  towers, 
The  moon,  unshaded  and  unveiled, 

Scatters  her  silver  showers. 

The  palm-trees,  with  their  stately  crowns, 
Stand  sheathed  in  quivering  gleams, 

Like  fountain-jets  that  rise  and  fling 
Far  round  their  arching  streams. 


278  A  DESERT  MIDNIGHT. 

The  bare  rough  peaks  that  notch  the  blue, 
And  watcn  the  stars  of  night, 

Throw  their  wild  shadows  o'er  our  tents, 
And  hide  the  welcome  light. 

Mantled  in  moonlight,  how  they  rise, 
Their  wild  slopes  deadly  pale  ! 

Like  withered  age  wrapt  thinly  round 
With  childhood's  fairy  veil. 

Far  down  the  heavens  the  north-star  gleams, 

Almost  upon  the  rim 
Of  yon  far  mountain-walls,  that  rise 

With  outline  faint  and  dim. 

0  desert-silence  !  is  there  aught 

Upon  this  earth  like  thee  ? 
0  desert-moonlight  !  is  there  aught 

So  calm  and  fair  and  free  V 

How  sweet  the  notes  of  living  song 

From  this  wild  vale  arise  ! 
How  quickly  do  they  seem  to  pierce 

These  low,  clear,  sileu  t  skies  1 


A  DESERT  MIDNIGHT  279 

With  buoyant  power  each  word  ascends 

Unhindered  in  its  flight ; 
How  near-  the  gates  of  heaven  appear  ! 

The  way,  how  plain  and  bright  1 


MARAH  AND  ELIM.. 
Exod.  xv.  23-27. 

To-day  'tis  Elini,  with  its  palms  and  wells, 
And  happy  shade  for  desert- weariness ; 

'Twas  Marah  yesterday,  all  rock  and  sand, 
Unshaded  solitude  and  bitterness. 

Yet  the  same  desert  holds  them  both  ;  the  same 
Soft  breezes  wander  o'er  the  lonely  ground  ; 

The  same  low  stretch  of  valley  shelters  both, 
And  the  same  mountains  compass  them  around 

So  is  it  here  with  us  on  earth ;  and  so 

I  do  remember  it  has  ever  been ; 
The  bitter  and  the  sweet,  the  grief  and  joy, 

Lie  near  together,  but  a  day  between. 

Sometimes  G-od  turns  our  bitter  into  sweet ; 

Sometimes  he  gives  us  pleasant  water-springs ; 
Sometimes  he  shades  us  with  his  pillar-cloud, 

And  sometimes  to  a  blessed  palm-shade  brings. 


MARAH    AND    ELIM.  281 

What  matters  it  ?     The  time  will  not  be  long ; — 
Marah  and  Elim  will  alike  be  past ; 

Our  desert-wells  and  palms  will  soon  be  done ; 
We  reach  the  city  of  our  G-od  at  last. 

0  happy  land  !  beyond  these  lonely  hills, 
Where  gush  in  joy  the  everlasting  springs ; 

0  holy  Paradise  !  above  these  heavens, 

Where  we  shall  end  our  desert-wanderings. 


THE  MOUNTAINS  OF  MOAB. 

Dark  hills  of  Moab !  flinging  down 
Tour  shadows  on  this  gloomy  vale ; 

Wild  chasms !  through  which  the  desert  wind 
Rushes,  in  everlasting  wail. 

Mountains  of  silence  !  keeping  watch 
Above  this  stagnant,  sullen  wave, 

Where  sunshine  seems  to  smile  in  vain 
O'er  Sodom's  melancholy  grave. 

Day's  youngest  beauty  and  its  last 

Bathes  your  broad  foreheads,  stern  and  bare; 
Yet  all  unsoftened  is  their  frown ; 

No  cheer,  no  love,  no  beauty  there. 

I  may  not  climb  your  awful  slopes; 

Yet,  standing  on  this  hungry  shore, 
By  this  poor  reed-brake  of  the  sand, 

I  count  your  shadows  o'er  and  o'er. 


THE    MOUNTAINS    OF   MOAB.  283 

In  this  lone  lake,  your  ancient  roots 
Lie  steeped  in  bitterness  and  death , 

Tour  summits  rise  all  verdureless, 

Scorched  by  its  hot  and  hellish  breath. 

Yon  sea  !  its  molten  silver  spreads, 

And  steams  into  the  burning  air; 
Yon  sunlight  that  across  it  plays, 

How  sad,  and  yet  how  strangely  faid 

Haunt  of  old  riot  and  lewd  song, 

When  Sodom  spread  its  splendour  here , 

0  sea  of  wrath,  how  silent  now ! 
The  shroud  of  cities  and  their  bier. 

0  valley  of  the  shade  of  death ! 

0  sea,  of  ancient  sin  the  tomb ! 
0  hills,  sin's  hoary  monument, 

And  type  of  the  eternal  doom ! 

Well  might  the  prophet's  curse  have  come 
From  peaks  where  horrors  only  dwell; 

And  idol-altars  smoke  on  cliffs 
That  seem  the  very  gates  of  hell  I 


284  THE   MOUNTAINS    OF   MOAB. 

And  yet  ye  gaze  on  Judah's  vales, 
Te  hear  the  rush  of  Jordan's  flood ! 

Ye  looked  on  Zion's  palace-hill, 
And  saw  the  temple  of  our  God ! 


THE  DESERT  JOLRNEY. 

Safe  across  the  waters, 
Here  in  peace  we  stand, 

See  the  wrecks  of  Egypt 
Strewed  along  the  sand. 

Safe  across  the  waters, 

Foes  for  ever  gone, 
Now  we  march  in  safety, 

God  our  guide  alone. 

Tis  the  silent  desert, 

Sand  and  rock  and  waste ; 
But  the  chain  is  broken, 

And  the  peril  past. 

Onward,  then,  right  onward  ! 

This  our  watchword  still ; 
Till  we  reach  the  glory 

Of  the  wondrous  hill. 


286  THE  DESERT  JOURNEY. 

For  the  journey  girded, 
Haste  we  on  our  way ; 

The  pillar-cloud  above  us, 
Guide  by  night  and  day. 

Burning  skies  bend  o'er  us, 
Beneath  the  burning  soil ; 

Jehovah  ever  near  us, 
In  our  thirst  and  toil. 

On  through  waste  and  blackness, 
O'er  our  desert  road  ; 

On  till  Sinai  greets  us, 
Mountain  of  our  God.  * 

On  past  Edom's  valley, 
Moab's  mountain-wall, 

Jordan's  sea-broad  rushings, 
The  pillar-cloud  o'er  all. 

Past  the  palm-shaded  city, 
Kock  and  hill  our  road ; 

On  till  Salem  greets  us, 
City  of  our  God  I 


THE  SONGS  OF  THE  LAND. 

Give  praise  to  G-od  ! 

Grey  Lebanon,  with  all  thy  snows  and  streams, 
Cedars  and  pines,  and  everlasting  clouds ; 
Bright  Hermon,  with  the  dayspring  on  thy  brow, 
And  silver  streamlets  leaping  round  thy  feet, — 

Shout  forth  thy  ceaseless  praise  I 

Give  praise  to  God  ! 

Bright  Galilee,  with  ever-smiling  lake, 
And  villages  amid  your  silent  hills, 
Nestling  in  quiet  loveliness,  girt  rouDd 
With  spiky  cactus  or  green-  spreading  olive, 

Send  up  your  song  of  praise  ! 

Give  praise  to  God  ! 

Eich  Carmel,  with  your  wooded  slopes  and  vales, 

Looking  afar  upon  the  western  main, 

The  place  of  incense  and  of  sacrifice, 

The  haunt  of  prophets,  and  the  mount  of  prayer, 

Lift  up  your  voice  in  song ! 


288  THE  SONGS  OF  THE  LAND. 

Give  praise  to  God  ! 

Calm  Olivet,  with  Salem  at  thy  feet, 
And  Bethany  upon  thy  sunny  slope, 
And  the  old  echoes  of  a  thousand  psalms 
Floating  around  thee  in  the  mellow  sunset, 

Wake  up  your  voice  and  sing  ! 

Give  praise  to  God  1 

Valleys  and  hills  of  sacred  Palestine, 

Dear  land  of  heavenly  thought  and  glorious  deed, 

The  centre  and  the  glory  of  all  realms ; 

The  earthly  home  of  God's  Incarnate  Son, — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  our  God  ! 


JORDAN  BY  MOONLIGHT. 

Moonlight  upon  this  sacred  stream  ! 
How  softly  glad  its  waters  gleam, 
Like  iDfant's  smile  or  childhood's  dream ; 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight  upon  the  shaggy  wood, 
That,  age  on  age,  has  calmly  stood, 
Fringing  this  river's  holy  flood ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight  upon  these  hills  of  gloom, 
Old  MoaV/s  watch-tower  and  his  tomb, 
Each  peak  a  monumental  dome ; — 

Beautiful  i 

Moonlight  upon  the  lone  unrest 

Of  yon  dark  sea's  slow-heaving  breast, 

Unloved,  untenanted,  unblest; — 

Beautiful  I 

T 


290  .     JORDAN  BY  MOONLIGHT. 

Moonlight  upon  these  yellow  sands, 
Where  yon  wan  ruin  crumbling  stands, 
The  savage  home  of  Arab  bands ; — 

Beautiful! 

Moonlight  on  yon  far  western  height, 
At  whose  green  base,  a  gem  of  light, 
Jerusalem  sits  fair  and  bright ; — 

Beautiful  I 

Moonlight  upon  yon  nearer  hill, 
Whence  springs  the  prophet-heated  rill, 
Fruitful  and  sweet,  and  pleasant  still;  — 

Beautiful  I 

Moonlight  in  yonder  matchless  sky, 
In  which,  bright  bending  from  on  high, 
Star  seems  with  star  in  light  to  vie ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight  on  Pisgah's  watch-tower  grand, 
Whence  the  loved  prophet  saw  the  land, 
Stretching  afar  from  strand  to  strand  ; — 

Beautiful  1 


JORDAN  BY  MOONLIGHT.  291 

Moonlight  on  Nebo's  peak  and  cave. 
Where,  looking  down  on  Jordan's  wave, 
God  for  his  prophet  dug  the  grave  ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight  upon  my  lonely  tent, 
Which,  like  some  marble  monument, 
Gleams  to  a  spotless  firmament ; — 

Beautiful  1 


BETHEL   DREAM-LAND^ 

Calmly  resting  from  thy  toil 

On  this  lonely  spot ; 
Sleeping,  dreaming,  happy  saint, 

Earth  and  time  forgot ; 
On  this  rocky  waste  thou  liest, — 

Thine  the  blessed  lot  ! 
Soaring  dreamer,  on  thee  shine 
Rays  of  love  and  joy  divine, — 
What  a  dream-land  now  is  thine  ! 

Who  would  not  sleep  on  such  a  bed, 
With  stony  pillow  for  his  head, 
If  they  might  dream  with  thee, 

Whose  glad  dreaming  is  no  seeming, 
Nor  whose  sleeping  ends  in  weeping, 
And  whose  waking  is  no  breaking 
Of  the  bright  reality. 


BETHEL  DREAM-LAND.  293 

Nearer  to  thy  God  in  sleep, 
Tasting  fellowship  more  deep, 
Entering  heaven  in  glorious  dreams, 
Drinking  there  of  living  streams, 
Meeting  angel-friends  ahove, 
Greeting  them  in  peace  and  love, 
Hearing  songs  unheard  on  earth, 
Songs  of  everlasting  mirth  ; 
Who  that  dream  would  seek  to  break, 
Who  from  such  a  sleep  would  wake  ? 


VILLAGE  OF  SILOAM. 

Poor  village  !  rich  in  name  alone, 
Memorial  of  the  Sent  of  God, 

The  Father's  everlasting  Son, 

Whose  holy  feet  these  slopes  have  trod. 

Above  thee  towers  grey  Olivet, 

Beneath  dark  Hinnom's  vale  I  see, 

Before  thee  Salem's  wall  and  gate, 
And  at  thy  side  Gethsemane. 

Siloam  !  know  the  Sent  of  God, 

And  learn  the  meaning  of  thy  name ; 

Oh  give  the  Sent  One  an  abode, 

Know  who  He  is  and  whence  He  came. 

So  shall  He  come  and  bless  thee  now, 
So  shall  He  end  thy  gloomy  night ; 

So  shall  He  make  thy  joy  o'erflow, 
And  fill  thee  with  his  glorious  light. 


VILLAGE  OF  8IL0AM.  295 

Bude  village  of  the  rock  and  tomb  ! 

Daily  before  thy  heedless  eyes, 
Memorial  of  the  sinner's  doom, 

The  ruins  of  old  Zion  rise. 

And  daily,  on  Moriah's  slope, 

In  yon  sad  wall,  each  massive  stone, 

Like  tomb-words  on  the  grave  of  hope, 
Tells  of  the  glory  past  and  gone. 

Across  the  vale,  yon  ruined  pool 
Speaks  of  the  eye-restoring  might 

Of  Him,  whose  mercy,  ever  full, 

Yearns  still  to  bless  thee  with  his  light. 


BETHLEHEM. 

Thef  speak  to  me  of  princely  Tyre, 

That  old  Phoenician  gem, 
Great  Sidon's  daughter  of  the  north ; 

But  I  will  speak  of  Bethlehem, 

They  speak  of  Kome  and  Babylon,— 
What  can  compare  with  them  ? 

So  let  them  praise  their  pride  and  pomp; 
But  I  will  speak  of  Bethlehem, 

They  praise  the  hundred-gated  Thebes, 

Old  Mizraim's  diadem, 
The  city  of  the  sand-girt  Nile, 

But  I  will  speak  of  Bethlehem. 

They  speak  of  Athens,  star  of  Greece, 
Her  hill  of  Mars,  her  Academe ; 

Haunts  of  old  wisdom  and  fair  art, 
But  I  will  speak  of  Bethlehem. 


BETHLEHEM.  297 

Dear  city,  where  heaven  met  with  earth, 
Whence  sprang  the  rod  from  Jesse's  stem. 

Where  Jacob's  star  first  shone ; — of  thee 
111  speak,  0  happy  Bethlehem  ! 


SEEK  THE  THINGS  ABOVE. 

Sigh  not  for  palm  and  vine ; 
Nor  for  the  sun-loved  land  which  palm  and  vine  are 

shading ; 
Call  not  its  verdure  glorious  and  unfading, 

Nor  its  bright  air  delicious  and  divine  ! 

That  chiller  land  of  thine, 

Where  spring  the  oak  and  pine, 

Without  or  palm  or  vine, 

Or  glossy  olive -grove, 

Is  worthier  of  thy  love. 

Sigh  not  for  cloudless  skies 
Nor  for  the  magic  vales  o'er  which  these  skies  are 

bending ; 
Praise  not  the  glowing  orb  which  every  hour  is  sending 
Its  light-flood,  never  ebbing,  never  ending, 

On  the  fair  Paradise 

That  underneath  it  lies ; 


SEEK  THE  THINGS  ABOVE. 

Pouring  o'er  earth  and  sea 
Its  breathless  brilliancy 
Filling  the  summer  air 
With  its  untempered  glare. 

Love  thine  own  happier  land  ; 
The  greenest  land  which  earth's  clear  streams  are 

washing, 
The  freshest  shore  on  which  earth's  sea  is  dashing, 
Covet  no  sunnier  strand 
Gleaming  with  golden  sand. 
If  thou  wilt  still  be  sighing 
For  fairer  climes  than  this, 
For  realms  of  richer  bliss  ; 
Sigh  for  the  land  of  the  undying, 
On  which  no  blight  nor  curse  is  lying ; 
Where  all  is  holiness 
And  everlasting  peace ; 

Where  G-od.  upon  His  throne, 

Gives  joy  for  aye ; 
The  Lamb,  the  light  and  sun 
Sheds  glorious  day. 


THE  GAIN  OP  LOSS. 

Nay,  give  me  back  my  blossoms, 
Said  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile ; 

But  the  stream  passed  on  unheeding, 
With  its  old  familiar  smile. 

Give  back  my  golden  ringlets, 
Said  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile  ; 

But  the  stream  swept  by  in  silence, 
With  its  dimple  and  its  smile. 

With  its  dimple  and  its  smile  it  passed, 
With  its  dimple  and  its  smile, 

All  heedless  of  the  palm's  low  wail, 
That  sunny,  sunny  Nile  ! 

By  Kodah's  island-garden, 
With  its  ripple  and  its  smile ; 

By  Shubra's  myrtle  hedgerows, 
It  swept,  that  glorious  Nile  I 


THE  GAIN  OF  LOSS.  301 

By  G-izeh's  great  palm-forest 

It  flashed  its  stately  smile  ; 
By  Bulak's  river-harbour, — 

That  old  majestic  Nile  1 

By  pyramid  and  palace, 

With  its  never-ending  smile ; 
By  tomb,  and  mosque,  and  mazar, 

It  flowed,  that  mighty  Nile  ! 

Come,  give  me  back  my  blossoms, 
Sighed  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile ; 

But  the  river  flowed  unheeding, 
With  its  soft  and  silver  smile. 

With  its  soft  and  silver  smile  it  flowed, 

With  its  soft  and  silver  smile, 
All  heedless  of  the  palm-tree's  sigh, 

That  strange,  long-wandering  Nile  ! 

It  seemed  to  say,  'tis  better  far 

To  leave  your  flowers  to  me  ; 
I  will  bear  their  yellow  beauty  on 

To  the  wondering,  wondering  sea. 


302  THE  GAIN  OF  LOSS. 

'Tis  better  they  should  flcat  away 

Upon  my  dusky  wave, 
Than  find  upon  their  native  stem 

A  useless  home  and  grave. 

If  your  sweet  flowers  remain  with  yon 
Fruitless  your  houghs  must  be  ; 

Tis  their  departure  brings  the  fruit ; 
G-ive  your  bright  flowers  to  me. 

Nay,  ask  not  back  your  blossoms, 
To  the  palm-tree  said  the  Nile ; 

Let  me  keep  them,  said  the  river, 
With  its  sweet  and  sunny  smile. 

And  the  palm  gave  up  its  blossoms 
To  its  friend  so  wise  and  old, 

And  saw  them  all,  unsighing, 
Float  down  the  river's  gold. 

The  amber -tresses  vanished, 

And  the  dear  spring-fragrance  flod  j 

But  the  welcome  fruit  in  clusters 
Came  richly  up  instead. 


THE  GAIN  OF  LOSS.  303 

'Tis  thus  we  gain  by  losing, 

And  win  by  failure  here  ; 
"We  doff  the  gleaming  tinsel, 

The  golden  crown  to  wear. 

Our  sickness  is  our  healing, 

Our  weakness  is  our  might, 
Life  is  but  death's  fair  offspring, 

And  day  the  child  of  night. 

'Tis  thus  we  rise  by  setting, 

Thro'  darkness  reach  our  day  j 
Our  own  ways  hourly  losing, 

To  find  the  eternal  way. 

'Tis  by  defeat  we  conquer, 

Grow  rich  by  growing  poor ; 
And,  from  our  largest  givings, 

We  draw  our  fullest  store. 

Then  let  the  blossoms  perish, 

And  let  the  fragrance  go ; 
All  the  surer  and  the  larger 

Is  the  harvest  we  shall  know. 


304  THE  GAIN  OF  LOSS. 

All  the  sweeter  and  the  louder 
Our  song  of  harvest-home, 

When  earth's  ripe  autumn  smileth, 
And  the  reaping-day  has  come. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Again  the  tempter  comes, 

All  night  we  watched  the  ehbing  life, 

Amid  the  shadows  and  the  fears, 

Angel-voices  sweetly  singing, 

Apostles  of  the  risen  Christ,  go  forth ! 

Art  thon  a  saint  ? 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  joy,     . 

At  last ! 

Attend,  ye  heavens !     . 

Bathed  in  nnfallen  sunlight,    . 
Beckon  us  upward,  ever-soaring  ckiuds, 
Begin  the  day  with  God ! 
Be  still,  my  soul,  Jehovah  loveth  thee 
Beyond  the  hills  where  suns  go  down 
Bits  of  gladness  and  of  sorrow, 

Calmly  resting  from  thy  toil, 

Christ  has  done  the  mighty  work, 

Come  and  hear  the  grand  old  story, 

Come,  for  thy  day,  thy  wasted  day,  is  closing, 

Come,  heavenly  Spirit, 

Come,  mighty  Spirit,  . 

Dark  hills  of  Moab,      .  . 

Death  worketh, 

Deep  down  beneath  the  unresting  surge, 
Descend,  0  sinner,  to  the  woe ! 
Dropping  down  the  troubled  river, 

Earth's  lamps  are  growing  dim, 


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INDEX. 


Fear  not  the  foe,^  thou  flock  of  God, 
For  lack  of  love  I  languish, 
From  this  bleak  hill  of  storms, 

Give  ear,  0  earth,  give  ear, 
Give  praise  to  God,       .  . 

Glory  to  the  Glorious  One, 
Gold  filleth  none, 
Great  truths  are  dearly  bought, 

Hand  and  foot  are  weary, 

Have  faith  in  truth, 

He  is  coming, 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well ! 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

Here  in  thy  royal  presence,  Lord,  I  stand, 

He  who  in  Christ  believeth,     . 

Humanity  hath  sinned ! 

I  ask  a  perfect  creed,    . 

I  came  and  saw,  and  hoped  to  conquer. 

If  my  bark  be  strong,  . 

I  go  to  life,  and  not  to  death,  . 

I  hear  the  words  of  love, 

I  know  thou  art  not  far, 

I'm  returning,  not  departing, 

In  midst  of  this  our  life, 

In  the  dark  and  silent  night,  . 

In  the  still  air  the  music  lies  unheard, 

It  is  not  time  that  flies, 

Jehovah,  judge  my  cause, 
Jerusalem ! 

Jesu,  Saviour.  Son  of  God, 
Jesus,  Sun  and  Shield  art  thou, 
Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God, 
Jesus,  thou  needest  mo,  . 


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Jesus,  thy  lovu  alone,  alone  thy  love, 
Jesu,  still  the  storm,    . 

Life  is  the  child's  frail  wreath, 
Lord,  thou  art  mine,     .  . 

Make  use  of  me,  my  God, 

Mighty -Comforter, 

Moonlight  upon  the  sacred  stream, 

My  God,  it  is  not  fretfulness,  . 

My  watch  upon  this  sea-swept  cliff  is  done, 

Nay,  give  me  back  my  olossoms, 

Night  and  darkness  cover  all,  . 

No  blood,  no  altar  now, 

No  joy  is  true,  save  that  which  hath  no  end, 

Not  from  Jerusalem  alone, 

Not  so  quickly,  fretted  spirit,  . 

Not  what  I  am,  0  Lord,  but  what  thou  art, 

Not  what  these  hands  have  done, 

0  ever-earnest  sun,       .  . 

0  everlasting  light, 

0  Light  of  light,  shine  in, 

0  love  of  God,  how  strong  and  true, 

0  love  that  casts  out  fear, 

On  this  bare  ocean-islet, 

0  strong  to  save  and  bless, 

0  this  soul,  how  dark  and  blind 

Poor  village,  rich  in  name  alone, 
Praises  to  him  who  built  the  hills, 

Safe  across  the  waters, 

Shew  me  the  tears,  the  tears  of  tender  love, 

Sigh  not  for  palm  and  vine, 

Silent,  like  men  in  solemn  haste, 

Smooth  every  wave  this  heart  within, 


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Sometimes  I  catch  sweet  glimpses  of  his  face, 

Sorrow  weeps,  .... 

Source  of  all  love  and  power,   . 

Speak,  lips  of  mine, 

Surely,  if  such  a  thing  could  be,  • 

Tears  are  not  always  fruitful, .  • 

The  Bridegroom  comes, 

The  day  is  done,  .  .  . 

The  dew  is  on  my  tent  to-night, 

The  last  long  note  has  sounded 

The  stream  was  deeper  than  I  thought, 

The  tomb  is  empty ;  wouldst  thou  have  it  full 

They  have  left  the  camp, 

They  speak  to  me  of  princely  Tyre,    . 

This  day  of  war  and  weariness, 

This  is  no  heaven, 

Thou  must  be  true  thyself, 

'Tis  evening  now, 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  glory  calls,  . 

To-day  'tis  Elim  with  its  palms  and  wells, 

To  have,  each  day,  the  thing  I  wish,  . 

To  know  the  Christ  of  God,     . 

Trip  along,  bright  feet  of  May, 

True  bread  of  life,  in  pitying  mercy  given, 

'Twas  summer,  and  its  youngest  kiss, 

Up,  drowsy  hopes  and  loves,     .  . 

Up  now,  my  soul,  'tis  day,       ,  . 

Why  stand  I  lingering  without, 
Why  walk  in  darkness, 
Wrapt  in  a  Christless  shroud,  . 

Wrap  thyself  up  in  night, 


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